It wasn't the money-lender this time! It was a policeman. Natthu had a wife and one daughter about twelve. Well, at last the money-lender was going to carry off his standing corn.
[Elizabeth comes forward so as to look at Adene. Vera beckons her to come and pour out the tea. She declines and retires back again.
Adene.
Sheer ruin, of course.
Carlyon.
Starvation. Natthu was in despair, when the policeman came round one night and offered to get the money-lender sent to prison if Natthu would let him have his daughter, and he gave her.
Adene.
But he had no power to get the man imprisoned?
Carlyon.
None in the world of course! In a few days down came the money-lender to cut the corn, and the policeman with him to see no resistance was made. Natthu reproached him; the policeman laughed, and said he could now have the girl back if he liked! Thank you! [Receiving tea, from Vera.