and feels jolly lucky it does go at all.

MADHAV. Formerly, earning was a sort of passion with me; I
simply couldn't help working for money. Now, I make money and as
I know it is all for this dear boy, earning becomes a joy to me.

GAFFER. Ah, well, and where did you pick him up?

MADHAV. He is the son of a man who was a brother to my wife by
village ties. He has had no mother since infancy; and now the
other day he lost his father as well.

GAFFER. Poor thing: and so he needs me all the more.

MADHAV. The doctor says all the organs of his little body are at
loggerheads with each other, and there isn't much hope for his
life. There is only one way to save him and that is to keep him
out of this autumn wind and sun. But you are such a terror!
What with this game of yours at your age, too, to get children
out of doors!

GAFFER. God bless my soul! So I'm already as bad as autumn wind
and sun, eh! But, friend, I know something, too, of the game of
keeping them indoors. When my day's work is over I am coming in
to make friends with this child of yours. [Exit]

[AMAL enters]

AMAL. Uncle, I say, Uncle!