_Priest._ (_To Soirindri._) My daughter, thou art a great lover of thy husband, a woman of constancy; the frame of thy body was created in a good moment. For one who is so entirely devoted to her husband, and who has every thing good on her part, Fortune may give life to her husband again; he is moving his eyes, serve him without fear. Sadhu, remain here till our madam be in her senses. (_Exit Priest._) _Sadhu._ Just see and place your hand on her nose. The body is become stiffer than that of a dead body. _Saralota._ (_Speaking slowly to Reboti, after placing the hand on the nose._) Her breathing is full, but the fire coming out of the head is so very intense that my throat, as it were, burns. _Sadhu._ Has the Gomastah (head clerk) fallen into the hands of the Sahebs while he is gone to bring the physician? Let me go to the lodging-house of that physician. (_Exit Sadhu._) _Soirindri._ Ah! Ah, my Lord! that mother for whose abstinence from food thou hast grieved so much; that mother, for whose weakness thou hadst served her feet; that mother, who for some days was, by no means, able to sleep without placing thee in her lap, that very same dear mother is now lying senseless before thee, and thou art not seeing her once (_seeing Sabitri_). _As the cow losing her young one wanders about with loud cries, then being bit by a serpent falls down dead on the field_; so the mother is lying senseless on the ground being grieved for her dear son. My Lord open thine eyes once more; call thy maid-servant[55] once more with thy sweet voice and thus satisfy her ears once. The sun of happiness has set at noon for me; what shall my Bipin do? (_With tears in her eyes falls upon the breast of Nobin Madhab._) _Saralota._ Ye who an here take hold of our sister. _Soirindri._ (_Rising up_). I became an orphan while very young; it is for this death-like Indigo that my father was taken to the Factory, and he returned no more. That place became to him the residence of Yama (Death). My poor mother took me to the house of my maternal uncle, and there through grief for her husband, she bade adieu to the world. My uncles preserved me; I remained like a flower accidently let fall from the hand of the gardener. My Lord took me up with love and increased my honour. I forgot the sorrow for my parents, and in the life of my husband my parents were, as it were, revived (_deep sigh_). All my griefs are rising up anew in my mind. Ah! If I be deprived of that husband who keeps every thing under the shade of his protection, I shall again become the same helpless orphan.