Deep in his heart he cursed, for by these sounds he knew that only the froth was his, the froth and scum of the town.

The iron heel; so they would have it in preference to his friendship.

Oh, for some way to trap Ramabai, to hold him up in ridicule, to smash him down from his pedestal, known but as yet unseen! He wondered if he would find any more of those anonymous notes relating to the inviolable person of Ramabai.

Woe to him who laid them about, could he but put his hand upon him! He, Durga Ram, held Allaha in the hollow of his hand, and this day he would prove it.
So he put a rope about the waist of Colonel Hare, and led him through the streets, as the ancient Romans he had read about did to the vanquished.

He himself recognized the absurdity of all these things, but his safety lay in the fact that the populace at large were incapable of reasoning for themselves; they saw only that which was visible to the eye.
On the palace steps he harangued the people, praising his deeds.