_Reboti._ O my Mother! Every violence can be committed in the ryot’s house. Taking away the women, they bring the men under their power. In giving advances for Indigo they can do this; only they cannot commit this before one’s eyes. Don’t you know, my mother, the other day, because certain parties did not agree to sign a fictitious receipt of advances, they broke down their house and took away by force the wife of one of the Babus. _Sabitri._ What anarchy is this! Did you inform Sadhu of this? _Reboti._ No, my mother. He is already become mad on account of the Indigo; again, if he hear this, will he keep quiet? Through excessive anger he will rather smite his head with the axe. _Sabitri._ Very well, I shall make this known to Sadhu, through my husband; you need not say anything. What misfortune is this! The Indigo Planters can do anything. Then why do I hear it generally said, that the Sahebs are strict in dispensing justice. Again, my son Bindu Madhab speaks much in praise of them. Therefore I think that _these are not Sahebs_; no, _they are the dregs_, (_Chandál_) _of Sahebs_. _Reboti._ Respecting another word which Moyrani has said, I think the eldest Babu has not heard of it—that a new order has been proclaimed, by which the wicked Sahebs, by opening a communication with the Magistrate, can throw any one into prison for six months; again, that they are making preparations for doing the same with the Babus. _Sabitri._ (_Sighing deeply._) If this be in the mind of God it will be. _Reboti._ Many other things she said, my mother; but I was not able to understand her. Is it the fact, that there is no appeal when once a person is imprisoned? _Aduri._ I think, the wretch has aggravated this imprisoning. _Sabitri._ Aduri, be silent a little, my child. _Reboti._ Moreover, the wife of the Indigo Planter, in order to make her husband’s case strong (_pakka_), has sent a letter to the Magistrate, since it is said that the Magistrate hears her words most attentively. _Aduri._ I saw the lady; she has no shame at all. When the Magistrate of the Zillah (whose name occasions great terror) goes riding about through the village, the lady also rides on horseback, with him.—The Bou riding about on a horse! Because the aunt of Kesi once laughed before the elder brother of her husband, all people ridiculed her; while this was the Magistrate of the Zillah. _Sabitri._ I see, wretched woman, thou wilt occasion some great misfortune one day. Now it is evening, Ghose Bou, better go home. There is Durga. _Reboti._ Now, I go my mother. I shall buy some oil from the shop; then there will be light in the house.