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He was only obeying his orders." Here Nikhil came in, and as he did so I left my seat with a rapid movement and went and stood near the window with my back to the room. "Nanku, the guard, has insulted Sandip Babu," said Bee to Nikhil. Nikhil seemed to be so genuinely surprised that I had to turn round and stare at him.
The next morning when my maid came calling, "Rani Mother, it is getting late for giving out the stores," I flung the keys to her, saying, "Tell Harimati to see to it," and went on with some embroidery of English pattern on which I was engaged, seated near the window. Then came a servant with a letter. "From Sandip Babu," said he. What unbounded boldness! What must the messenger have thought?
I remember his rendering to this day ... "No, Queen Bee, it is no use rummaging those bookshelves. Nikhil has ceased to read poetry since his marriage perhaps he has no further need for it. But I suppose 'the fever fit of poesy', as the Sanskrit has it, is about to attack me again." "I have come to give you a warning, Sandip," said my husband. "About the fever fit of poesy?"
"Had these estates been mine, such a warning would have been necessary for the preachers, not for me. If, instead of trying to frighten me, you give them a taste of your intimidation, that would be worthier both of you and me. Do you know that your weakness is weakening your neighbouring zamindars also?" "I did not offer you my advice, Sandip. I wish you, too, would refrain from giving me yours.
I have often since observed, that he never lost an opportunity for a passage at arms whenever I happened to be present. He was familiar with my husband's views on the cult of Bande Mataram, and began in a provoking way: "So you do not allow that there is room for an appeal to the imagination in patriotic work?" "It has its place, Sandip, I admit, but I do not believe in giving it the whole place.
I turned to leave the room for sheer vexation, when Sandip drew out from the folds of his cloak that jewel-casket of mine and banged it down on the marble table. I was thoroughly startled. "Has not Amulya gone, then?" I exclaimed. "Gone where?" "To Calcutta?" "No," chuckled Sandip. Ah, then my blessing had come true, in spite of all. He was saved.
Bimala hesitated for a reply and then said: "Both ways seem good to do the work from a centre, as well as by travelling about. That in which you find greater satisfaction is the way for you." "Then let me speak out my mind," said Sandip. "I have never yet found any one source of inspiration suffice me for good.
Let that work be finished, then you can make a display of your woman's wiles to your heart's content and I will help you in your game." The moment I had stolen my husband's money and paid it to Sandip, the music that was in our relations stopped. Not only did I destroy all my own value by making myself cheap, but Sandip's powers, too, lost scope for their full play.
Pandits Kaviratna and Vidyavagish had been commissioned to compose a hymn with a double meaning. My master has just had a passage at arms with Sandip over this. "Evolution is at work amongst the gods as well," says Sandip. "The grandson has to remodel the gods created by the grandfather to suit his own taste, or else he is left an atheist. It is my mission to modernize the ancient deities.
Finding us both silent and constrained, my husband hesitated a little, and then took a chair. "Sandip," he said, "I have been looking for you, and was told you were here." "I am here," said Sandip with some emphasis. "Queen Bee sent for me early this morning. And I, the humble worker of the hive, left all else to attend her summons." "I am going to Calcutta tomorrow. You will come with me.
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