So I sent a boy from our house, who said, "If you would like to hear music, our sahib wants you to come, he will sing to you." He was very pleased, he was in that mood. He came. There were some of our friends sitting there, they were all well-to-do people. He sat and began to say to one, "Blackguard. You are angry and complaining that you have been dismissed from your post. Why did you muddle that money that was in your charge?" To each one he spoke in this way. Among them was a boy to whom he said, "You failed in your examination, in mathematics. Your answer that you had written on your slate was quite right, but then you thought perhaps it was wrong and you looked what another boy had written on his slate and copied from him. That was why you failed." The boy was delighted that he had found out his fault. To all he spoke, scolding them. Only to me he said, "Bless my soul."