_Cowherd._ We are their neighbours; day and night, we go to their house. Whenever we are in want of any thing, either a little salt or a ladle of oil, we immediately go to them and bring it; if the child cry, we bring a little molasses from them and give it; we are getting our support for nearly seven generations from the Bose family; and can’t we get information about them? _Gopi._ Where was Bindu Madhab married? _Cowherd._ Oh, it is in a village to the west of Calcutta. In which they wanted to have the Kaistas[34] wear the poita. We cannot satisfy all the Brahmins now in existence in a great feast, and still they wanted to increase the number. The father-in-law of our young Babu is greatly respected. The Judge or Magistrate when they come to him take off their hats. Do such men give their daughters to men of these places? Observing the improvements in learning made by our young Babu, they did not care about the village belonging to ryots. People say that the women in cities are showy, and that there is no distinction between those who live within the house and those who live in the bazar.[35] But we do not at all find a young woman of a mild temper as the Bou of the Bose family is. The mother of Goma goes to their house every day, still, although she has been married for nearly five years, she has never seen her face. We saw her only on that day when she came here. We thought that the Babus in the city keep company with the Europeans; therefore they have brought their females into public like English ladies. _Gopi._ But the Bou is always engaged in attending on her mother-in-law. _Cowherd._ Dewanji, what shall I say? The mother of Goma says, I heard a report that, had not the youngest Bou been in the house when the news of Nobin being bound by the rope and thus killed came, the mistress of the family would have died. We heard also that the women in the city treat their husbands as sheep (slaves) and murder their parents by not giving them any support; but observing this Bou, I now know that it is a mere report. _Gopi._ I think, the mother of Babu Nobin Chunder also loves her. _Cowherd._ I don’t see any one in the world whom she does not love. Ah! She is an Annapurnah[36] (full of rice). But have you kept the rice that she shall be full of it?[37] The vile Planters have swallowed up the old man, and they are now on the point of swallowing up the old woman. _Gopi._ Thou braggart fool, if the Saheb hear this; he will bring out your new moon.[38] _Cowherd._ What can I do? Is it my desire to sit in the Factory and abuse the Sahebs?