Gaffer. Aren't we aware that everything reaches the King's ears?
Madhav. Then why don't you look out? Why take the King's name in vain? You'll bring me to ruin if you do.
Amal. Say, Fakir, will the King be cross?
Gaffer. Cross, nonsense! And with a child like you and a fakir such as I am. Let's
see if the King be angry, and then won't I give him a piece of my mind.
Amal. Say, Fakir, I've been feeling a sort of darkness coming over my eyes since the morning. Everything seems like a dream. I long to be quiet. I don't feel like talking at all. Won't the King's letter come? Suppose this room melts away all on a sudden, suppose—
Gaffer [Fanning Amal] The letter's sure to come to-day, my boy.
[Doctor enters]
Doctor And how do you feel to-day?
Amal. Feel awfully well to-day, Doctor. All pain seems to have left me.