“But you see it’s all in the liver,” continued the cook.  “Aditi came to me one day, and said, ’De ’Gyptians in India tink body divided into sixteen parts, with God to each part! he! he!  Janette!’ and the black creature laughed.  Then I say, the liver of an Englishman, after he comes from India, is the devil’s part; and so it was with Mr. Fletcher.  He began first to interfere with Kalee’s religion.  ‘Oh, terrible, Janette!’ cried Ady, on another day; ’master cut off head of Kartekeya’s peacock, and smashed de tail of Garoora.’  On another day, ’Right eye of elephant head of Ganeso knocked into de skull.’  Another day, this time in tears, weeping awfully, ’Oh, Janette! tail of holy cow clean snapt over de rump!’”

“All right,” said Aminadab of the first Secession. “’And I will cause their images to cease out of Noph.’”

“Ay, but I am ‘wide,’” continued the cook.

“Three feet and a half across the bosom,” said Aminadab, who was still in his reverie, with the secret idea still exercising a power over him, even after the tankard of ale.

“Wide in my mind and charities, ye fool, man,” continued she, not disinclined this time to laugh; for she was proud of being jolly in the person.  “I felt for poor Kalee.  She wept incessantly at the loss of the cow’s tail, and asked me if I had seen it, nay, implored me like a worshipper to try to recover it for her.  I said, God forgive me, that I had seen it in the dung-pit, and that George had carted it away.  ’And didn’t know de value!’ cried Ady.  ‘Worth de necklace of diamonds;’ and both she and Kalee broke out into such a yell as made the house ring.  Yet with all this, Kalee still loved the gloomy man.  She would throw her jewelled arms about his neck, and hang upon him, with her feet off the ground, so little, light, and lithe.  She was so like a sapling, you could have bent her any way.  And when the love was in her heart, and it was never absent, she was really bonny.  Our eyes hereaway are mere cinders to these glowing churley bits of flaming sulphur; and then that strange look of the shining face, just as if she yearned to enter into his very soul,—­ay, as the souls of these black creatures go up and form a part of Brahma’s spirit, that’s all over the earth.”

“All art,” cried Aminadab, getting impatient of Janet’s eloquence—­eloquence, I say; for Janet was a superior woman, and, though a cook, a natural genius.  “All art.  ’And he made her to use enchantments, and deal with familiar spirits and wizards,’”

“No, no, man, it was all real nature.  But it wasna real nature made him throw the poor black soul away, whose gold and jewels he had bartered his white, I should say yellow, rotten-livered body for.  Ay, if she had been a man, I would have liked her better than him; for, as I hate the skin of an old hen when the fat becomes rancid and golden, so do I hate a yellow-faced man, with the devil sitting gnawing at his liver.”

“The reason the devil’s so bitter,” said Aminadab.