'I am responsible for the honour of this house.

Go!' and he drove the underlings before him.
Said the hakim, hardly more than shaping the words with his lips: 'How do you do, Mister O'Hara?
I am jolly glad to see you again.' Kim's hand clenched about the pipe-stem.

Anywhere on the open road, perhaps, he would not have been astonished; but here, in this quiet backwater of life, he was not prepared for Hurree Babu.

It annoyed him, too, that he had been hoodwinked.
'Ah ha! I told you at Lucknow--resurgam--I shall rise again and you shall not know me.

How much did you bet--eh ?' He chewed leisurely upon a few cardamom seeds, but he breathed uneasily.
'But why come here, Babuji ?' 'Ah! Thatt is the question, as Shakespeare hath it.