"That's good. But I want the money to-day."
"All right. I will send it through my clerk as soon as I get home."—Jagat rose to go.
Subodh walked to the gate with him. Before leaving, Jagat said—"Conspiracy is intoxicating. Not a bad game, this. I feel as though I am getting drunk with it. But I am not sanguine of your plan succeeding at all, Subodh, I tell you."
Subodh said with mock reverence—"God grant that the new Assam Government continue in its present mood a little while longer,—and I will succeed."
Shaking hands, the friends parted.
CHAPTER III
It is Monday. To-morrow the Lieutenant-Governor is due to arrive; but yet, the people of the town are not making the slightest preparation to welcome the distinguished visitor. The sorrow and the insult resulting from the Partition of Bengal are rankling in the bosoms of all. The members of the Municipal Board, by an overwhelming majority, have outvoted the proposal to present His Honour with an address of welcome. The District Board have refused to pass a similar resolution though proposed from the chair by the Collector himself. The big landholders of the district who always took
