him from reading in the Regent’s face that Verbrugge’s answer displeased him.
“Come, Verbrugge, don’t let us be troublesome,” said he, and he called for a clerk out of the office. “We will pray that his account will certainly be approved.”
After the Adhipatti had taken his leave, Verbrugge, who was a confirmed red-tapeist, remonstrated—
“But, Mr. Havelaar, that must not be! The tax-gatherer’s account is under examination at Serang.Suppose anything to be wanting?”
“Then I will make it good,” Havelaar said.
Verbrugge did not understand this great consideration for the tax-gatherer.
The clerk soon returned with some papers; Havelaar signed his name, and ordered payment to be hastened.
“Verbrugge! I will tell you why I do this. The Regent has not a farthing in the house: his writer told me sohe himself wants this money, and the tax-gatherer will advance it to him. I would rather transgress, on my own responsibility, a form, than leave a man of his rank and years in perplexity. Moreover, Verbrugge! people at Lebak abuse their power in a fearful wayyou ought to know it: do you know it?”
Verbrugge was silent.
“I know it!” Havelaar continued, “I do know it! Did not Mr. Slotering die in November? Well! the day after his death, the Regent forced the population to labour
