Your wife, Bhramar Dâsi, wishes to lease out the property."
The singer, Dânesh Khân, was putting a fresh string to his guitar. As he did this with one hand, he held up a finger of the other hand, saying, "One word is spoken."
Nishâkar continued, "I wish to take a lease of that property." Dânesh, counting, counting on his fingers, said, "Two words are spoken."
Nish. "For that purpose I went to your house at Haridrâ."
Dânesh. "You have had your two words, this makes three."
Nish. "O Tutor, are you counting your pigs?"
With angry eyes the teacher said to Gobind Lâl, "Dismiss this rude man, Bâbu Sâhib."
But the Bâbu Sâhib, otherwise occupied, did not speak.
Nishâkar resumed. "Your wife has consented to take me as a tenant, but awaits your assent. She had not your address, and also did not wish to write, so the task of discovering your wish fell upon me. After
