suit against you in the principal Sadar Amin's Court, alleging that her husband's will is a forgery and claiming the whole estate with wasilut."
"My aunt!" exlaimed Madhav in astonishment, the letter dropping from his hands, "my aunt! she! Heavens! and for my whole fortune! I a forger. The wretch! I shall kick her out of the house!"
He stood musing for some moments, trembling with rage. But calming himself a little, he picked up the paper and proceeded with it.
"I do not know who gave her such counsels, but your servant has made many enquiries, knowing well that some one must have counselled it, and he has heard who it is. Great men are there at her back."
"Counsellors indeed!" thought Madhav "who can they be?" He tried to make a guess, first thought of one neighbouring zemindar, then of another, but no one seemed likely, and he resumed reading.