"Of course it is!" said Amulya proudly. "Are they not our
kings? Poverty takes away from their regal power. Do you know,
we always insist on Sandip Babu travelling First Class? He never
shirks kingly honours--he accepts them not for himself, but for
the glory of us all. The greatest weapon of those who rule the
world, Sandip Babu has told us, is the hypnotism of their
display. To take the vow of poverty would be for them not merely
a penance--it would mean suicide."
At this point Sandip noiselessly entered the room. I threw my
shawl over the jewel-case with a rapid movement.
"The special-talk business not yet over?" he asked with a sneer
in his tone.
"Yes, we've quite finished," said Amulya apologetically. "It was
nothing much."
"No, Amulya," I said, "we have not quite finished."
"So exit Sandip for the second time, I suppose?" said Sandip.
"If you please."
"And as to Sandip's re-entry."
"Not today. I have no time."
"I see!" said Sandip as his eyes flashed. "No time to waste,
only for special talks!"
Jealousy! Where the strong man shows weakness, there the weaker
sex cannot help beating her drums of victory.
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