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Since Nagendra's infancy it had been so: honour at home, fame abroad, devoted servants, an attached tenantry; from Surja Mukhi, unwavering, unbounded, unstained love. If so much happiness had not been allotted to him he could not have suffered so keenly. Had he not suffered he had not given way to his passion.
She would frighten the cook in the dark, incite the boys to tease their parents to give them in marriage; if she saw any one sleeping she would paint the face with lime and ink. Truly she had many faults, as will appear by degrees. At present I will only add that if she saw attar or rose-water she would steal it. Surja Mukhi, calling Hira, said, "Do you know that Boisnavi?" "No," replied Hira.
Nagendra took Kunda Nandini thither, and imparted her story to Kamal Mani. Kamal was about eighteen years of age. In features she resembled Nagendra; both brother and sister were very handsome. But, in addition to her beauty, Kamal was famed for her learning. Nagendra's father, engaging an English teacher, had had Kamal Mani and Surja Mukhi well instructed.
From fatigue, fasting, sun, rain, despair, and grief, Surja Mukhi, seized by illness, fell to the ground ready to die." Srish Chandra was silent for a time; at length he said: "Brother, why dwell upon this an longer? You are not in fault; you did nothing to oppose or vex her. There is no cause to repent of that which has come about without fault of our own." Nagendra did not understand.
No one ventured to come near him. He knew not what fault Surja Mukhi had committed, yet he held no intercourse with her, but sent a female spy into the neighbourhood to make search for Kunda Nandini.
Then raising her face, she said: "Oh, dearer than life, I will conceal nothing that is in my mind." Nagendra said: "You need not speak; I know that you suspect me of feeling love for Kunda Nandini." Surja Mukhi, hiding her face at the feet of her husband, wept.
"In the year 1910 of Vikramaditya This room was prepared For my Guardian Deity, my husband, By his servant SURJA MUKHI." Nagendra read this inscription repeatedly. He could not satisfy his desire to read it. Though the tears filled his eyes so that he could not see, he would not desist. As he read he perceived the light becoming dim, and found the lamp ready to expire.
She had heard of a reward being offered for finding Surja Mukhi, therefore on seeing her she asked "Are you not our mistress?" "No, mother," replied Surja Mukhi. "Yes, you must be our mistress." "Who is your mistress?" "The lady of the Babu's house." "Am I wearing any gold ornaments that I should be the lady of the Babu's house?"
Yesterday he started for Govindpur, expecting to meet you last night at Ranigunj." "I was not at Ranigunj last night," said Nagendra. "Did he tell you anything of Surja Mukhi?" "I will tell you all that to-morrow," said Srish. "You think my suffering will be increased by hearing it. Tell me all," entreated Nagendra.
Thus they talked until far in the night, when Surja Mukhi embraced Kamal with much affection, and taking Satish into her lap kissed him lovingly. When they came to part, Surja Mukhi was again drowned in tears. She blessed Satish, saying "I wish that thou mayst be rich in the imperishable virtues of thy mother's brother; I know no greater blessing than this."
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