Th' doctor calls it rheumatics." The Rajah waved his hand.
"That was the wrong Magic," he said.

"You will get better.

You have my permission to go to your work.

But come back tomorrow." "I'd like to see thee walk round the garden," grunted Ben.
It was not an unfriendly grunt, but it was a grunt.

In fact, being a stubborn old party and not having entire faith in Magic he had made up his mind that if he were sent away he would climb his ladder and look over the wall so that he might be ready to hobble back if there were any stumbling.
The Rajah did not object to his staying and so the procession was formed.