'They will be taking along the Government revenue to Calcutta in a few days now; I will send this money to the bank under the same escort.'
'Very well. But see you don't forget all about it, you are so absent-minded.'
'Even if that money gets lost, while in my room, the loss cannot be yours, Sister Rani.'
'Now, now, brother, you will make me very angry if you talk in that way. Was I making any difference between yours and mine? What if your money is lost, does not that hurt me? If Providence has thought fit to take away my all, it has not left me insensible to the value of the most devoted brother known since the days of Lakshman.[1]
'Well, Junior Rani, are you turned into a wooden doll? You have not spoken a word yet. Do you know, brother, our Junior Rani thinks I try to flatter you. If things came to that pass I should not hesitate to do so, but I know my dear old brother does not need it!'
Thus the Senior Rani chattered on, not forgetting now and then to draw her brother's attention to this or that special delicacy amongst the dishes that were being served. My head was all the time in a whirl. The crisis was fast coming. Something must be done about replacing that money. And as I kept asking myself what could be done, and how it was to be done, the unceasing patter of
- ↑ Of the Ramayana. The story of his devotion to his elder brother Rama and his brother's wife Sita, has become a byword.
