THE POST OFFICE
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long. One of his footmen will come along presently for news of you. Madhav's impudence staggers me. If the King hears of this, that'll take some of his nonsense out of him. [Exit]
Amal
Who are you walking there? How your anklets tinkle! Do stop a while, dear, won't you?
[A Girl enters]
Girl
I haven't a moment to spare; it is already late!
Amal
I see, you don't wish to stop; I don't care to stay on here either.
Girl
You make me think of some late star of the morning ! Whatever's the matter with you?
