AN UNFINISHED SONG
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"All right," was my brother-in-law's cheerful answer, "I have no further objections to make. Long live Shakespeare, long live George Eliot."
And they became hilarious and both shouted "Hurrah!"
"Are there no cheers for our own writers?" I asked.
"You are right," replied my sister, "why should we forget them? Honour to Bankim Chandra first of all!"
"Honour to every lady," put in my brother-in-law. "Honour to every man, three cheers for India."
And so the heated discussion ended happily, to every one's relief. My sister and I laughed, but our laughter was drowned in the chorus of their cheers.
