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Surja Mukhi, examining the Boisnavi from head to foot, inquired, "Who are you?" An aunt of Nagendra's explained: "She is a Boisnavi who came to sing. I never heard such beautiful singing! Will you let her sing for you? Sing something about the goddesses." Haridasi, having sung a beautiful piece about Sham, Surja Mukhi, enchanted, dismissed her with a handsome present.
Formerly Nagendra had been of a very calm temper; now the least thing made him angry. Nor was this all. One night, the hour for the meal being already past, Nagendra had not come in. Surja Mukhi sat expecting him. At length, when he appeared, she was astonished at his looks.
She proceeded to take counsel with Satish Babu, who sat in front of her nibbling at the corners of a book. Kamal read the letter to him and said "Now, Satish Babu, tell me the meaning of this." Satish understood the joke; he stood up ready to cover his mother with kisses. Then for some moments Kamal forgot Surja Mukhi; but presently she returned to the letter, reflecting
I, Kamal Mani, tell you you had better drown yourself. She who can no longer trust her husband had better die." On the course of a short time Nagendra's whole nature was changed. As at eventime, in the hot season, the clear sky becomes suddenly veiled in cloud, so Nagendra's mind became clouded. Surja Mukhi wept secretly. She thought to herself, "I will take Kamal Mani's advice.
The grihini entered into conversation with Surja Mukhi, and, pitying her condition, took her into the boat, as she had said that she also was going to Benares." "What is the name of that Brahman? where does he live?" asked Nagendra, thinking that by some means he would find out the man and reward him. He then bade Srish Chandra continue.
The ponies, taking advantage of her inattention, went through an open gate into the road. Then Surja Mukhi, afraid of being seen by the people, drew her sari over her face, and Nagendra, seeing her distress, took the reins and brought the carriage back into the garden.
On the wall where the artist had drawn twining plants she had sketched a copy of one of them; the sketch remained there still. One day during the Dol festival she had thrown a ball of red powder at her husband; she had missed her aim and struck the wall, where still the stain was visible. When the room was finished, Surja Mukhi had written in one spot
Kousalya heard the question, and answered, "Don't you know? The goddess of our house, and your executioner." Kousalya had lived all this time in fear of Hira. Now in her day of triumph she vented her spleen. The dressing being completed and all kindly greetings exchanged, Surja Mukhi said in a low voice to Kamal Mani, "Let us go and see Kunda. She is not guilty of any fault towards me.
As he saw that Nagendra would not begin to speak, Srish Chandra took his hand and said "Brother Nagendra, I am distressed to see you thus silent. Did you not go to Madhupur?" Nagendra only said, "I went." "Did you not meet the Brahmachari?" "No." "Did you find Surja Mukhi? Where is she?" Pointing upwards with his finger, Nagendra said, "In heaven."
Her face lying on her husband's feet, the youthful Kunda Nandini's spirit departed, the blooming flower died. Surja Mukhi, checking her sobs, looked at her dead companion-wife, and said, "May thy happy fate be mine; may I die thus, my head on my husband's feet." Then taking her weeping husband's hand, she led him away.
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