“Talking about India and Sanskrit?” said Glyn.
“Oh yes; he asked me all sorts of questions about Dour, and he asked me if I had ever seen Sanskrit letters.”
“Well?”
“And I told him I had, and he shook his head and asked me where I had seen them.”
“Well, what did you say?”
“That I had got some precious stones in my box with some Sanskrit letters cut in.”
“Why, you never were so stupid as to tell him about that belt?”
“I don’t know that there’s anything stupid in it,” replied Singh sleepily. “I didn’t want him to think I was so ignorant as not to know about a language that your father can read as easily as English, and has talked to us about scores of times. Why, of course, I did.”
“Well, of all the old Dummkopfs I ever knew, you are the stupidest. Didn’t I tell you that—” Snore.
“Why, if he isn’t asleep!”