“Who is she?” asked Nalini looking up from a law book which he was studying.
“Surely you know my sister, Chota Babu?”
“Yes, of course, what’s the matter with her?”
“She has been ill for three days, with excruciating internal pains; what am I to do, Bábuji?”
“Who is treating her?” asked Nalini.
“Abdullah has been giving her the usual remedies.”
“Why, he is a peasant and knows nothing of medicine. You should not have called him in.”
“Sir, we are poor folk. Abdullah is very clever and his fee is a mere trifle.”
“What drugs has he been administering?”