In plain words
Step by step he passed through higher education. He won name and fame as a good speaker. Thousands would gather to hear his lectures.
Once Vidyasagar received an invitation to come and give a lecture at the college in a neighbouring village. Carrying a small bag, he set out by train. In the very compartment he boarded, an I.C.S. officer was also travelling. He was going precisely to hear Vidyasagar's lecture. But since he had not seen Vidyasagar before, he did not recognise him. Both got off the train. As soon as he got off, this officer began to look for a porter. Seeing this, Vidyasagar said that he himself would carry the man's box. The officer looked at Vidyasagar, thought he was some porter, and put his box into his hands. Vidyasagar rejoiced that a chance to serve had come his way. He asked the officer where he had to go. The officer said that he had come to hear Vidyasagar's lecture and that he should be taken to such and such a place. Vidyasagar laughed to himself and carried the box to the place the man named. The officer was about to give Vidyasagar some money. Then Vidyasagar: “Sir! I came wishing to help you, not for wages. Forgive me, I do not need this money,” he said, and went away from there.
The meeting was about to begin. Everyone was waiting for Vidyasagar to arrive. Among them was this I.C.S. officer too. The moment Vidyasagar arrived, they garlanded him and gave him a grand welcome. Seeing Vidyasagar, so very simple in his ways, this officer was astonished. “Why, he is the very man who carried my box! Great scholar though he is, how free of pride he is!” he thought; and he repented of what he had done.
One who swaggers with pride is not honoured even by the wife he married or the son he fathered. In Vidyasagar there was no pride at all. He went up onto the platform and spoke in a way that touched the hearts of his listeners.