University career was a brilliant one, he having topped the list of successful M.A.'s of his year.
It was the day before the opening of the Congress. The Deputy, after a comfortable morning tea, was sitting in the inner apartments, chatting with his brothers- and his sisters-in-law.
Girindra Nath, his brother-in-law, enquired—"Is there any unrest at Faridsing now?"
"No,—I haven't seen any."
Little Indumati, his sister-in-law, asked—"How is Swadeshi getting on there?"
"Fairly well,—though it is nothing like what I used to read in the papers before going there."
Satyendra, his brother-in-law, observed—"That's only natural. The enthusiasm of early days never lasts. What we saw here in Calcutta at the beginning—"
Nagendra Babu interrupted him, saying,—"Faridsing is much ahead of your Calcutta in that respect. You dare not buy a piece of Manchester dhoti there openly. You find the school-boys patrolling the streets with lathies on their shoulders"
"Are they the National School boys?"—enquired the brother-in-law who was the public speaker.
"Yes, most of them. There are boys from other schools also."
