_Torapa._ This is only the intrigue of the wicked Amin. Does the Saheb know every thing about land? This fool goes about like a revengeful dog: when he sees any good piece of land, he immediately gives notice of it to the Saheb. The Saheb has no want of money, and he has no need for borrowing money on credit. Then, why is it that the fool does so; if he have to cultivate Indigo, let him do so; let him buy oxen; let him prepare ploughs; if he cannot guide the plough himself, let him keep men under him. What want have you of lands? If you can cultivate the whole village; and we do not refuse to give the village. In that case the land can overflow with Indigo in two years. But he will not do it. —(_Aside, ho! ho! ho! má! má!_) Gazi-Saheb! Gazi-Saheb! Durga! Durga![19] call your Rama. Within this there are ghosts. Be silent, be silent. (_Aside_, Oh Indigo! You came to this land for our utter ruin. Ah! I cannot any more suffer this torture. I cannot say how many other Factories there are of this Concern. Within this one month-and-a-half, I have already drunk the water of fourteen Factories; and I do not know in what Factory I am now; and how can I know that, while I am taken in the night from one Factory to another, with my eyes entirely shut. Oh! my mother where art thou now?) _Third Ryot._ Rama! Rama! Rama! Kali! Kali! Durga! Ganesha! Ashra! _Torapa._ Silence, silence. (_Aside_, Ah! I can make myself free from this hell, if I take the advance for five bigahs of land. Oh! my uncle, it is now proper to take the advance. Now, I see no means of giving the notice; my life is on the point of leaving the body. I have no more any power to speak. Oh my Mother, where art thou now? I have not seen thy holy feet for a month-and-a-half.) _Third Ryot._ I shall speak of this to my wife; did you hear now? Although these are become ghosts after death, still have they not been able to extricate themselves from the Indigo advances. _First Ryot._ Art thou so very ignorant? _Torapa._ A person of a good family; I have understood that by the words. My uncle Prana, can you once take me up on your shoulders, then I can ask him where his residence is? _First Ryot._ Thou art a Musulman. _Torapa._ Then, you had better rise on my shoulders and see—(_sits down_) rise up—(_sits on the shoulders_) take hold of the wall; bring your face before the window—(_seeing Gopi Churn at a distance_) come down, come down, my uncle, Gopi is coming (_first Ryot falls down_). _Enter_ GOPI CHURN _and_ MR. ROSE _with his Ramkanta[20] in his hand_. _Third Ryot._ Dewan, there is a ghost in this room. Now, it was crying aloud.