AMAL. Yes, dong, dong, dong, it tolls me to sleep.
BOYS. We had better go then. We'll come in again to-morrow morning.
AMAL. I want to ask you something before you go. You are always
out--do you know of the King's postmen?
BOYS. Yes, quite well.
AMAL. Who are they? Tell me their names.
BOYS. One's Badal, another's Sarat. There's so many of them.
AMAL. Do you think they will know me if there's a letter for me?
BOYS. Surely, if your name's on the letter they will find you out.
AMAL. When you call in to-morrow morning, will you bring one of
them along so that he'll know me?
BOYS. Yes, if you like.
CURTAIN
THE POST OFFICE
ACT II
[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.
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