“How has Holwell managed to disoblige the lad?” says my papa to Captain Colquhoun.
“I don’t know, sir, but I would judge he has made some effort to keep him in his place, for which he’ll pay dearly, I fear, if the young gentleman’s power ever equal his ill-will. Your servant, sir,” this to Mr Holwell, who came up looking more serious than ever.
“Good-day to you, gentlemen. Madam, your humble servant. I fear, Captain, that your prophecies are in a fair way to be fulfilled.”
“Hey-day!” cries Mr Freyne, “another prophet! Come, sir, what’s to do now?”
“You saw a Gentoo fellow drove out of the town this morning?”
“Questionless, sir; as villainous a countenance as I ever beheld.”
“Have either of you ever heard of Narransing,[02] gentlemen?”
“Narransing?” said the Captain, musing; “I seem to myself to know the name. Not Rajaram’s brother?”
“You’re right, sir. The brother of Ramramsing Hircara, the chief of the Chuta Nabob’s spies, was expelled from our bounds this morning with all possible ignominy.”
“If you’re surprised, sir, I’m not,” says the Captain.