But what now? Here is something more imposing,--a chariot-and-four,-- four spanking Arabs in gold-mounted trappings,--a fat and elaborate coachman, very solemn,--two tall _hurkarus_, or avant-couriers, supporting the box, one on either side, with studied symmetry, like Siva and Vishnu upholding the throne of Brahma,--four _syces_ running at the horses' heads, each with his _chowree_, or fly-flapper, made from the tail of the Thibet cow,--a fifth before, to clear the way,-- a basket of _Simpkin_, which is as though one should say Champagne, behind, and our own _banyan_, our man of contracts and ready lakhs, that shrewd broker and substantial banker, the Baboo Kalidas Ramaya Mullick, on the back seat. "_Hi! Cliattak-wallah! Bheestee!--Hi! hi_!--You chap with the umbrella, you fellow with the water, clear the way! This Baboo comes, this Baboo rides,--he stops not, he stays not,--he is rich, he is honored. Shall a pig impede him? Shall a pig delay him? Jump, _sooa_. Jump!" And thus, amid much vociferation, and unceremonious dispersing of the common herd, who dodge with practised agility right and left, the fat and elaborate coachman pulls up the spanking Arabs at our _godown_ gate, and the Baboo alights with the air of a gentleman of thirty lachs, to the manner born; to him all this outcry is but _Mamoul_,--usage, custom,--and _Mamoul_ is to him as air. As the Baboo steps through the wide swinging gate and enters the place that owns him master, let us mark his reception. The _durwan_ first,--our grenadier doorkeeper, the man of proud port and commanding presence, to whom that portal is a post of honor,--our Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, in one, of courage, strength, and address enlisted with fidelity. The loyalty of Ramee Durwan is threefold, in this order: first, to his caste, next, to his beard, and then to his post; only for the two first would he abandon the last; his life he holds of less account than either. As the Baboo passes, Ramee Durwan, you think, will be ready with profound and obsequious salaam. Not so; he draws himself up to the very last of his extraordinary inches, and touches his forehead lightly with the fingers of his right hand, only slightly inclining his head,--a not more than affable salute,--almost with a quality of concession,--gracious as well as graceful; he would do as much for any puppy of a cadet who might drop in on the Sahib. On the other hand, lowly louteth the Baboo, with eyes downcast and palm applied reverentially to his sleek forehead.