Amal. You're the headman. Everybody minds you.
Headman [Looking pleased] Yes, oh yes, they do! They must!
Amal. Do the King's postmen listen to you?
Headman. They've got to. By Jove, I'd like to see—
Amal. Will you tell the postman it's Amal who sits by the window here?
Headman. What's the good of that?
Amal. In case there's a letter for me.
Headman. A letter for you! Whoever's going to write to you?
Amal. If the King does.
Headman. Ha! ha! What an uncommon little fellow you are! Ha! ha! the King indeed, aren't you his bosom friend, eh! You haven't met for a long while and the King is pining, I am sure. Wait till to-morrow and you'll have your letter.