"You forget me," cried the dullal, "and my percentage."
"Make yourself easy," said I; "it will be paid out of the five thousand rupees; it will be about fifteen hundred, I think."
"What did you say? fifteen hundred! to whom?" asked the clerk.
"To this dullal," said I; "I suspect the rascal is cheating us."
"Cheating! surely he is; why Mohun Das, good man, what have you been about? are you mad, to ask so much?"
"Ah, it was my lord's offer and promise," said he, "and surely I shall now get it! pray what business is it of yours?"
"What ought he to have?" asked my father.
"One per cent. is ample," replied the other: "and you might have saved this too, if you had only applied yourself to the different sahoukars."
"We were strangers," said I, "and knew not their places of residence; so we were obliged to have recourse to this rascal, who offered his services."
"What! did you not take me from the Char-Minar? did you not promise me five per cent., and bind me to secrecy about the sale of your goods?" cried the dullal.