before the reader the real pictures of life and manners, rough, crude, sometimes half-naked, but always natural.
A Hindu Caste Meeting.
Thákar Khokhrá, the Shett (smoking opium from his hubble-bubble).—Brothers, it has come to my ears that some of us here assembled are children of the devil.
Manhordás (ardent reformer).—Yes, father.
Thákar Khokhrá.—Why should it be so, my son?
Manhordás.—Father, if thou wilt forgive thy chhoru (child), I'll speak.
Rangiláaka(gay widower).— Yes,Manhorbhái, tell the truth and shame the devil.
Manhordás.—Well, then, we are going to the devil, as Khokhrá bápá says, because we would rather follow the devil than such a Máháráj as Chandoolálji.
Ládubhat (orthodox priest).—Shut up your mouth, shut up your mouth; you are to-day a sudhár awálá (reformer), but did you never worship the Máhápurasha?
Manhordás.—Never.
Ládubhat.—I have myself seen you kissing
