then--

AMAL. But then you won't want me to be learned, will you, Uncle?

MADHAV. What would you rather be then?

AMAL. I can't think of anything just now; but I'll tell you
later on.

MADHAV. Very well. But mind you, you aren't to call out and
talk to strangers again.

AMAL. But I love to talk to strangers!

MADHAV. Suppose they had kidnapped you?

AMAL. That would have been splendid! But no one ever takes me
away. They all want me to stay in here.

MADHAV. I am off to my work--but, darling, you won't go out,
will you?

AMAL. No, I won't. But, Uncle, you'll let me be in this room by
the roadside.

[Exit MADHAV]

DAIRYMAN. Curds, curds, good nice curds.

AMAL. Curdseller, I say, Curdseller.