The boy will be well here for a year, and you shall teach him.

At the end of that time we will speak again of this matter.' Dr.Roberts was not satisfied.

He asked the Maharajah at all events to allow Sunni to live with him in his empty jail, but His Highness refused absolutely.
'And look you, ee-Wobbis,' said he, 'I have promised the Viceroy in Calcutta that you shall be safe in my country, and you shall be safe, though I never asked you to come here.

But if any khaber goes to Calcutta about this boy, and if there is the least confusion regarding him, your mouth shall be stopped, and you shall not talk any more to my people.

For my part, I do not like your medicines, and you have not yet cured Proteb Singh of his short leg; he goes as lame as ever!' This was Dr.Roberts' difficulty; his mouth would be stopped.