He could see the carter's bare chest collapse with amazement, as the man salaamed reverently to the voice, leaped from the pole, and helped the escort haul their volcano on to the main road.

Here the voice told him truthfully what sort of wife he had wedded, and what she was doing in his absence.
'Oh, shabash!' murmured Kim, unable to contain himself, as the man slunk away.
'Well done, indeed?
It is a shame and a scandal that a poor woman may not go to make prayer to her Gods except she be jostled and insulted by all the refuse of Hindustan--that she must eat gali [abuse] as men eat ghi.

But I have yet a wag left to my tongue--a word or two well spoken that serves the occasion.

And still am I without my tobacco! Who is the one-eyed and luckless son of shame that has not yet prepared my pipe ?' It was hastily thrust in by a hillman, and a trickle of thick smoke from each corner of the curtains showed that peace was restored.
If Kim had walked proudly the day before, disciple of a holy man, today he paced with tenfold pride in the train of a semi-royal procession, with a recognized place under the patronage of an old lady of charming manners and infinite resource.

The escort, their heads tied up native-fashion, fell in on either side the cart, shuffling enormous clouds of dust.
The lama and Kim walked a little to one side; Kim chewing his stick of sugarcane, and making way for no one under the status of a priest.
They could hear the old lady's tongue clack as steadily as a rice-husker.