"But not worth an anna until I get to Rangoon. Didn't those duffers
give you anything for handling their luggage the other day?"

"Not a pice, Sahib."

"Rotters! It takes an Englishman to turn a small trick like that.
Well, well; there were extenuating circumstances. They had sore heads.
No man likes to pay three hundred thousand for something he could have
bought for ten thousand. And I made them come to me, James, to me. I
made them come to this god-forsaken hole, just because it pleased my
fancy. When you have the skewer in, always be sure to turn it around.
I believe I'm heaven-born after all. The Lord hates a quitter, and so
do I. I nearly quit myself, once; eh, Rajah, old top? But I made them
come to me. That's the milk in the cocoanut, the curry on the rice.
They almost had me. Two rupees! It truly is a great world."

"Jah, jah, jah! Jah--jah--jah--ja-a-a-h!" screamed the parrot.
"_Chaloo_!"

"Go on! That's the ticket. If I were a praying man, this would be the
time for it. Three hundred thousand rupees!" The man looked at the
far horizon, as if he would force his gaze beyond, into the delectable
land, the Eden out of which he had been driven. "Caviar and truffles,
and Romanée Conti, and Partagas!"

"Chicken and curry and Scotch whisky."

"Bah! You've the imagination of a he-goat."

"All right, Sahib."