Kim pointed to the happy , drowsy lama , who woke with a jerk at the well-loved word . ` Ah , he was sent from Heaven to aid me . He is called the Friend of all the World . He is also called the Friend of the Stars . He walks as a physician -- his time being ripe . Great is his wisdom . ' ` And a Son of the Charm , ' said Kim under his breath , as the Kamboh made haste to prepare a pipe lest the Mahratta should beg . ` And who is that ? ' the Mahratta asked , glancing sideways nervously . ` One whose child I -- we have cured , who lies under great debt to us . Sit by the window , man from Jullundur . Here is a sick one . ' ` Humph ! I have no desire to mix with chance-met wastrels . My ears are not long . I am not a woman wishing to overhear secrets . ' The Jat slid himself heavily into a far corner . ` Art thou anything of a healer ? I am ten leagues deep in calamity , ' cried the Mahratta , picking up the cue . ` This man is cut and bruised all over .
I go about to cure him , ' XXXXX retorted .
Charm Humph Jat Jullundur Kamboh Kim Mahratta cue lama wastrels