visiting him. One day while he was resting after breakfast a stranger with an angry face came up to him and inquired after the master of the house. Business had taken him to Calcutta from his home in East Bengal. That morning he had been to some persons of mark and position, who had all indignantly repulsed him. Now he wanted to see if Vidyasagar was also a great man of that stamp. The host asked him if he had taken any food, but the man demanded an immediate interview. The host promised that as soon as he had partaken of the breakfast his prayer would be granted. Giving him a good meal, Vidyasagar revealed his identity and astonished him. He had expected to meet a self-important, purse-proud, matter-of-fact man, a grandeur, a pomp, a sham. He was agreeably surprised and shocked to find a really remarkable man worthy of veneration.
There were people, however, who took undue advantage of his leniency and called on him at all unseasonable hours. The
