_Nazir._ (_To the Defendant’s Attorney._) How can we write now, while it is evening; moreover, I am somewhat busy now. _Defendant’s Attorney._ The name is great, but in property there is nothing (_speaks with the Nazir._) This money they will give by selling the ornaments. _Nazir._ I have no estates, have no trade nor lands for cultivation. This is my whole stock. It is for your sake only that I have agreed to take Rupees 100. Let us go to our lodging. Be careful that the Dewan does not hear this. Have not they got something as their own. (_Exit all._) ---------- FOURTH ACT—SECOND SCENE. INDRABAD, THE DWELLING OF BINDU MADHAB. ------- NOBIN MADHAB, BINDU MADHAB, _and_ SADHU _sitting_. _Nobin._ I am now obliged to go home. My mother will die as soon as she hears of this. What more shall I do now for you? See that our father does not suffer great sorrow. I have now determined on leaving our habitation. I shall sell off everything, and send the money. Whoever wants any sum, I will give him that. _Bindu._ The Darogah does not want money; only, for fear of the Magistrate, he does not allow the cooking Brahmin to be taken there. _Nobin._ Give him money and also entreat him. Ah! His[A] body is old; he has been without food for three days! I explained to him, and entreated him greatly. He says, “Nobin, let three days pass and then shall I think, whether I shall take food or not; within these three days, I shall not take any thing.” _Bindu._ I do not find any means, how I can be able to make my father take some boiled rice. The hand which he has placed on his eyes from the time when the Magistrate, the slave of the Indigo Planters, ordered him to be kept in the prison, that hand he has not yet removed. The hand is filled with the tears; and the piece where he was made to sit down at first, is still that where he now is. Being entirely silent, and remaining weak in body and without power to move, he is become like a dead pigeon in this cagelike prison. This day is the fourth, and to-day I must make him take food. You had better go home, and I shall send a letter every day. _Nobin._ O God, what great sorrow art thou giving to our father! If they do allow you, my dear Bindu, to remain day and night in the prison; then can I quietly go to our house. _Sadhu._ Let me steal, and you bring me before the Court as a thief. I will make the confession; they will put me in prison; then I will be best able to serve my master.