About mid-day the Memon or Rangari has his chief meal consisting of leavened or unleavened bread, meat curry or stew or two “kababs” or fried fish, followed perhaps by mangoes, when in season; and when this is over he indulges in a siesta whenever his business allows of it.  The afternoon prayers are followed by re-application to business, which keeps him busy in his shop until 8 or 9 p.m., when he again returns home to a frugal supper of “khichdi.”  It is hardly a satisfying meal, and many young Memons indulge in a fresh collation before retiring to rest.  The “khichdi” finished, the young members of the family set forth for their evening resorts, nor forbear to take such refreshment as the city offers on their journey.  They purchase a glass of ice-cream here, accept a cup of tea offered by a friend there or purchase a tumbler of “faludah,” which plays the same part in the Mahomedan life of Bombay as macaroni does in the life of the Neapolitan.  It consists of rice-gruel, cooked and allowed to cool in large copper-trays and sold at the corners of Mahomedan streets.  On receiving a demand, the Faludah-seller cuts out a slice from the seemingly frozen mass, puts it into a large tumbler mixes sugar and sherbet with it, and then hands it to his customer who swallows the mixture with every sign of deep satisfaction.  If possessed of a conveyance the middle-class Memon will drive about sunset to the Apollo Bunder, Breach Candy or the Bandstand.  Happy possessor of a tolerably decent horse and victoria, he considers himself above the conventionalities of dress, and thus may be seen in the skull-cap, waist-coat, long white shirt and trousers which constitute his shop or business-attire, attended not infrequently by little miniatures of himself in similar garb.  Reaching the Bunder he silences the importunity of the children by a liberal purchase of salted almonds and pistachios or grain fried in oil, and passes an hour or so in discussing with a friend the market-rate of grain, cotton, ghi, or indigo.

If young, the middle-class Memon and Rangari is fond of the native theatres where he rewards Parsi histrionic talent by assiduous attention and exclamations of approval.  He and his friends break their journey home by a visit to an Irani or Anglo-Indian soda-water shop, where they repeat the monotonous strain of the theatre songs and assure themselves of the happiness of the moment by asking one another again and again:—­“Kevi majha” (what bliss!) to which comes the reply “Ghani majha” or “sari majha” (great bliss!).  Then perhaps, if the night is still young, they will knock up the household of a singer and demand a song or two from her.  Phryne cannot refuse, however late the hour may be, but she has her revenge by charging a very high price for her songs, which her “ustads” or musicians take care to pocket beforehand.  Home is at length reached, and there after a final supper of “malai ke piyale” (cups of cream) and hard-boiled eggs