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With that purpose she returned from Barhi on foot." As Srish Chandra spoke tears came into his eyes, the sight of which was an infinite comfort to Nagendra, who rested his head on the shoulder of Srish and wept. Since entering the house Nagendra had not wept, his grief had been beyond tears; but now the stream of sorrow found free vent.
Nagendra sympathised heartily with his young wife, but had such a horror of family quarrels that he was very loath to intervene on her behalf. One evening, however, he ventured on a word of reproof, which was received with angry words and threats of his eldest brother's vengeance. Is that so?" Nagendra raised his hands in wonder.
Then Nagendra said, "Will not some of you receive her and give her in marriage? I will pay the expense, and so long as she remains amongst you I will pay so much a month for her board and lodging." If he had offered ready money many would have consented to his proposal; but after he had gone away Kunda would have been reduced to servitude, or turned out of the house.
The ghost-like shrubs, murmuring, asked, "Whither goest thou?" the fan palms rustled, "Whither dost thou go?" the owl's deep voice asked the same question. The window said, "Let her go no more will I show to her Nagendra." Then foolish Kunda Nandini gazed once more in that direction. Oh, iron-hearted Surja Mukhi, arise! think what you have done. Make the forlorn one return.
"Well, that's strange," said Harish; then producing the shawl and loin-cloth he said: "These are mine, but if you ask Nagen Babu he will tell you a different story". "But they are mine!" roared Nagendra, "and part of the stolen property." "Dear me," said Harish, "perhaps you will say that these buttons are yours too?" "Of course they are," was the rejoinder.
Say, say, will you be my wife or not? will you love me or no?" "No." Then Nagendra, as though he had a thousand tongues, entreated her with heart-piercing words. Still Kunda said "No." Nagendra looked at the pure, cold water, and asked himself, "Can I lie there?" To herself Kunda said: "No, widow marriage is allowed in the Shastras; it is not on that account."
With a sigh he laid down; but scarcely had he done so ere the wind began to rage furiously. The lamp, void of oil, was on the point of extinction, only a faint spark like that of a firefly remained. In that dim light a remarkable circumstance occurred. Astonished by the noise of the shutters, Nagendra looked towards the door near the bed.
After listening to the narration, Srish Chandra said: "It is surprising that you should not have met the Brahmachari, as it is only yesterday he left Calcutta for Madhupur in search of you." "What?" said Nagendra; "how did you meet with the Brahmachari?" "He is a very noble person," answered Srish. "Not receiving a reply to his letter to you, he went to Govindpur in search of you.
Shall I please myself by uttering it for once? only in thought can I say it Nagendra, my Nagendra! Oh, what do I say? my Nagendra! What am I? Surja Mukhi's Nagendra. How often have I uttered this name, and what is the use? If he could have married me instead of Surja Mukhi! Let it go! I shall drown myself. If I were to do that what would happen?
In another, Prince Abhimaya, armed for battle, and, like the young lion, eager for glory, is taking leave of Uttora that he may go to the field. Uttora, saying that she will not let him go, is standing against the closed door weeping, with her hands over her eyes. It was past twelve when Nagendra entered the room. The night was fearful.
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