And if their workmanship is ever truly appreciated at all, it will be by foreigners.'
I have known my master all my life, but have never seen him so agitated. I could see that the pain had been silently accumulating in his heart for some time, because of his surpassing love for me, and that his habitual self-possession had become secretly undermined to the breaking point.
'You are our elders,' said the medical student. 'It is unseemly that we should bandy words with you. But tell us, pray, finally, are you determined not to oust foreign articles from your market?'
'I will not,' I said, 'because they are not mine.'
'Because that will cause you a loss!' smiled the M.A. student.
'Because he, whose is the loss, is the best judge,' retorted my master.
With a shout of Bande Mataram they left us.
