Bhani, as the Indian housekeeper was called, stood close behind her master's chair, never taking her eyes off him.

The dishes were brought in by the white-bearded servant, and handed with a deep reverence to Bhani.

She placed the dishes before Schrotter, changing them for a fresh course, and poured water into his glass.

It was a silent, attentive service, almost giving the impression of adoration.

Bhani appeared not to be waiting on a mortal master, but taking part in a sacrifice in a temple, so much devotion was expressed in her noble, warmly-colored face.
A dish of curry spread its oriental scent through the room, and Schrotter continued: "Tell me, dear Eynhardt, in what way you mean to accomplish your fakir's contempt of the world ?" "Pardon me," interrupted Wilhelm, "the expression does not strike me as quite fair.