His black eyes were filmy and disagreeable to look at.

I addressed him in Hindustani, and told him what Isaacs said, that he thought he was a yogi.

The old fellow did not look at me, nor did the bleared eyes give any sign of intelligence.

Nevertheless he answered my question.
"Of what avail that I do wonders for you who believe not ?" he asked, and his voice sounded cracked and far off.
"It will avail thee several coins, friend," I answered, "both rupees and pais.

Reflect that there may be bucksheesh in store for thee, and do a miracle." "I will not do wonders for bucksheesh," said the priest, and began to hobble away.