"
Sandip Babu had such a way of taking things by storm that I got
no opportunity of resenting what I never should have permitted in
another.
"So," he concluded with a laugh, "I am going to hold this husband
of yours as a hostage till you come back."
As I was coming away, he exclaimed: "May I trouble you for a
trifle?"
I started and turned round.
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "It's merely a glass of water. You
might have noticed that I did not drink any water with my dinner.
I take it a little later."
Upon this I had to make a show of interest and ask him the
reason. He began to give the history of his dyspepsia. I was
told how he had been a martyr to it for seven months, and how,
after the usual course of nuisances, which included different
allopathic and homoeopathic misadventures, he had obtained the
most wonderful results by indigenous methods.
"Do you know," he added, with a smile, "God has built even my
infirmities in such a manner that they yield only under the
bombardment of __Swadeshi__ pills."
My husband, at this, broke his silence. "You must confess," said
he, "that you have as immense an attraction for foreign medicine
as the earth has for meteors.
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