My tale was told . Said he to me , `` Chela , know this . There are many lies in the world , and not a few liars , but there are no liars like our bodies , except it be the sensations of our bodies . '' Considering this I was comforted , and of his great favour he suffered me to drink tea In his presence . Suffer me now to drink tea , for I am thirsty . ' With a laugh across his tears , Kim kissed the lama 's feet , and set about the tea-making . ` Thou leanest on me in the body , Holy One , but I lean on thee for some other things . Dost know it ? ' ' I have guessed maybe , ' and the lama 's eyes twinkled . ` We must change that . ' So , when with scufflings and scrapings and a hot air of importance , paddled up nothing less than the Sahiba 's pet palanquin sent twenty miles , with that same grizzled old Oorya servant in charge , and when they reached the disorderly order of the long white rambling house behind Saharunpore , the lama took his own measures . Said the Sahiba cheerily from an upper window , after compliments : ` What is the good of an old woman 's advice to an old man ? I told thee -- I told thee , Holy One , to keep an eye upon the chela . How didst thou do it ? Never answer me ! I know . He has been running among the women . Look at his eyes -- hollow and sunk -- and the Betraying Line from the nose down ! He has been sifted out ! Fie !
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Chela Fie Kim Oorya Saharunpore Sahiba lama palanquin scufflings tea-making