Amal. Mr. Headman, I thought you were cross with me and didn't love me. I never could think you would fetch me the King's letter. Let me wipe the dust off your feet.
Headman. This little child does have an instinct of reverence. Though a little silly, he has a good heart.
Amal. It's hard on the fourth watch now, I suppose—Hark the gong, "Dong,
dong, ding," "Dong, dong, ding." Is the evening star up? How is it I can't see—
Gaffer. Oh, the windows are all shut, I'll open them.
[A knocking outside]
Madhav. What's that?—Who is it—what a bother!
Voice [From outside] Open the door.
Madhav Say, Headman—Hope they're not robbers.
Headman Who's there?—It's Panchanan, the headman, calls—Aren't you afraid of