“Is he coming down to see you before he goes?” said Glyn.
“Oh no. He writes word that he is staying at apartments in London in the neighbourhood of the East India Docks until the great Indiaman sails, and desires his most respectful compliments to you both, and above all he begs me to tell you, Mr Singh, that the feelings of gratitude within his breast will never expire. While, as now he is entering upon a career of prosperity, many weeks will not elapse before he sends something, upon receipt of which he hopes you will return to him certain little memoranda that you hold, signed by his name.”
“Ha, ha!” laughed Singh, “he’ll wait a long time. Why, I burned them all directly after he gave them to me. Are you going to write to him, Mr Morris?”
“Yes; I must reply to his letter.”
“Then, please tell him from me that I wish him all success in my beautiful country, and that he is never to trouble himself any more about the memoranda.”
“For you have burned them?” said Morris.
“Yes, of course.”