" My love, a person is better judged by how they treat their inferiors than their betters. That is the true measure of a man, or a woman. Think you that you are so far above Lata?" " If I am to be your wife then I shall be far above her and she had better do as she is told if she wants to stay employed here!" " I've ruined you. My poor little mango seller." Nadir let go of my wrist and stepped away, his face hardening. " You shall not be my wife if you cannot treat people with the respect they not only deserve, but earn every day by working so hard for it!" 'Mangoes "