Postmaster. "Have you no acquaintance with Brahmânanda Ghosh?"
Mâdhabi. "Never mind whether I have or not. I came to ask from you some information about him."
Then the postmaster, remembering his high office and his designation as deputy, became extremely grave and said somewhat roughly, "We are forbidden to give information at the post-office," and proceeded silently with the weighing of the letters.
Mâdhabi Nâth smiled inwardly, but aloud he said, "I know well you never do give it, so I came provided. I shall give you something before I go. Now give me correct answers to the questions I am going to put to you."
The postmaster, with a cheerful face, repeated his former question, "What would you know?"
"This whether letters to the address of Brahmânanda Ghosh do not come here?"
"They do come."
"At what intervals?"
"I have not yet been paid for my first answer. Pay for that first, then ask a fresh question."
