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Don't you be keeping any belongings of yours in my room any longer." With this parting shot, Sandip flung out of the room. "I have had no peace of mind, Amulya," I said to him, "ever since I sent you off to sell my jewels." "Why, Sister Rani?" "I was afraid lest you should get into trouble with them, lest they should suspect you for a thief. I would rather go without that six thousand.
"He has neither cause nor right to be annoyed," I said with some vehemence. "Let me caution you about one thing, Amulya. Say nothing to Sandip Babu about the sale of my jewels on your life." "No, I will not." "Then you had better not delay any more. You must get away by tonight's train." Amulya and I left the room together. As we came out on the verandah Sandip was standing there.
I brought out my jewel-box from the folds of my shawl and placed it before him. "Sell or pawn these," I said, "and get me six thousand rupees as fast as ever you can." "No, no, Sister Rani," said Amulya, touched to the quick. "Let these jewels be. I will get you six thousand all the same." "Oh, don't be silly," I said impatiently. "There is no time for any nonsense. Take this box.
I held it up aloft as I said: "I charge you to convey these my jewels to the object of my worship to whom I have dedicated them through you." My husband remained silent. Sandip left the room. Quotation from the National song Bande Mataram. I had just sat down to make some cakes for Amulya when the Bara Rani came upon the scene.
Have I not seen how my presence pours fresh life into him time after time? The other day Sandip begged me to receive a young lad, Amulya, an ardent disciple of his. In a moment I could see a new light flash out from the boy's eyes, and knew that he, too, had a vision of Shakti manifest, that my creative force had begun its work in his blood.
To look at his frank, open face one would not have thought him capable of hurting a fly, but how different were the words which came from his mouth. It was clear that the cashier's place in the world meant nothing real to him; it was a mere vacancy, lifeless, feelingless, with only stock phrases from the Gita Who kills the body kills naught! "Whatever do you mean, Amulya?" I exclaimed at length.
Now these my jewels are my gift to you. Here they are! Patch up any understanding with this boy you like. I must go. You have been at your special talks all these days together, leaving me out of them. If special happenings now come to pass, don't blame me. "Amulya," he continued, "I have sent on your trunks and things to your lodgings.
"Your jewel-box?" mocked Sandip. "It was my trunk!" Sandip burst out into a laugh. "Your distinctions between mine and yours are getting rather thin, Amulya," he cried. "You will die a religious preacher yet, I see." Amulya sank on a chair with his face in his hands. I went up to him and placing my hand on his head asked him: "What is your trouble, Amulya?"
And so, after all, he gave me back twice as much in return for the blow I had dealt him the wound on his head ended by making me bleed at heart. When I had received Sandip's obeisance my theft seemed to gain a dignity, and the gold glittering on the table to smile away all fear of disgrace, all stings of conscience. Like me Amulya also was won back.
I simply smiled in contemptuous silence. At last have I come to a level above him. I must never lose this vantage ground; never descend lower again. Amidst all my degradation this bit of dignity must remain to me! "I know," said Sandip, after a pause, "it was your jewel-case." "You may guess as you please," said I, "but you will get nothing out of me. "So you trust Amulya more than you trust me?
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