_Nobin._ Saheb they have not bathed, neither have they taken the least food. The members of their family have not yet washed their faces. If you thus destroy your ryots by flogging them, who will prepare your Indigo? This Sadhu Churn prepared the produce of about four bigahs last year with the greatest trouble possible; and if with such severe beatings you make such cruel advances to them, that is only your loss. For this day give them leave, and to-morrow I myself shall bring them with me, and do as thou do’st bid me. _Wood._ Attend to your own business. What concern have you with another’s affairs. Sadhu, give your opinion quickly, as it is my dinner time. _Sadhu._ What is the use of waiting for my opinion? You have already marked off the four bigahs of the most productive land; and the Amin has, to-day, marked off the remaining part. The land is marked without my consent, the Indigo shall be prepared in the same way; and I also agree to prepare it without taking any advances. _Wood._ Do you say my advances are all fictitious you cursed wretch, bastard and heretic, (_beats him_). _Nobin._ (_Covers with his hand the back of Sadhu_). My Lord, this poor man has many to support in his family. Owing to the beating he has got, I think, he will be confined in bed for a month. Oh! What pains his family is suffering? Sir, you have also your family. Now, what sorrow would affect the mind of your wife if you were taken prisoner at your dinner-time? _Wood._ Be silent thou fool, braggart, low fellow, cow-eater. Don’t think that this Magistrate is like that one of Amaranagara, that you can, for every word, lay complaints before him, and imprison the men of the Factory. The Magistrate of Indrabad is as death to you. You rascal, you must first give me a hand-note to state you have received the advance for sixty bigahs of land, or else I shall not let you go this day. I shall break your head with this Shamchand, you stupid. It is owing to your not taking advances, that I have not been able to force advances on ten other villages. _Nobin._ (_With heavy sighs._) O my Mother Earth! separate yourself that I may enter into you. In my life I never suffered such an insult. O, oh! _Gopi._ Babu Nobin, better go home, no use of making fuss. _Nobin._ Sadhu, call on God, He is the only support of the helpless. (_Nobin Madhab goes away._) _Wood._ Thou slave of the slave. Take him to the Factory, Dewan, and give him the advance according to rule. (_Wood goes away._) _Gopi._ Sadhu, come along to the Factory. Does the Saheb forget his words?