[AMAL in Bed]
AMAL. Can't I go near the window to-day, Uncle? Would the
doctor mind that too?
MADHAV. Yes, darling, you see you've made yourself worse
squatting there day after day.
AMAL. Oh, no, I don't know if it's made me more ill, but I
always feel well when I'm there.
MADHAV. No, you don't; you squat there and make friends with the
whole lot of people round here, old and young, as if they are
holding a fair right under my eaves--flesh and blood won't stand
that strain. Just see--your face is quite pale.
AMAL. Uncle, I fear my fakir'll pass and not see me by the
window.
MADHAV. Your fakir, whoever's that?
AMAL. He comes and chats to me of the many lands where he's
been. I love to hear him.
MADHAV. How's that? I don't know of any fakirs.
AMAL. This is about the time he comes in. I beg of you, by your
dear feet, ask him in for a moment to talk to me here.
[GAFFER Enters in a FAKIR'S Guise]
AMAL. There you are. Come here, Fakir, by my bedside.