It humiliated them.

As a rule, when we got within six hundred yards of one of those big railway stations, a mighty racket of screaming and shrieking and shouting and storming would break upon us, and I would be happy to myself, and the family would say, with shame: "There--that's Satan.

Why do you keep him ?" And, sure enough, there in the whirling midst of fifteen hundred wondering people we would find that little scrap of a creature gesticulating like a spider with the colic, his black eyes snapping, his fez-tassel dancing, his jaws pouring out floods of billingsgate upon his gang of beseeching and astonished coolies.
I loved him; I couldn't help it; but the family--why, they could hardly speak of him with patience.

To this day I regret his loss, and wish I had him back; but they--it is different with them.

He was a native, and came from Surat.