(_Exit Saralota, Reboti, and all the neighbouring women; and Soirindri, putting a veil on her head, stands in one side of the room._) _Sadhu._ Our madam has risen up. _Sabitri._ (_Weeps._) Is it because that my husband is not here that you have left your drums at home. _Aduri._ She has no understanding; she is become entirely insane. She called that dead elder Haldar “My infant child,” and chastised the young Haldar’s wife, calling her an European’s wife. That young woman is weeping severely. Again, she is calling you musicians. _Sadhu._ So great a misfortune has now come to pass! _Physician._ (_Sitting near Nobin_). It is very probable and also according to the Nidana[63] that while she is not taking food for the death of her husband, and while she has seen this miserable condition of her dearest son, she should become thus. It is necessary to see her pulse once. Madam, let me observe thy pulse once. (_Stretching out his hand towards her_). _Sabitri._ Thou vile man must be a creature of the Factory, else why dost thou want to take hold of the hand of the woman of a good family? (_rising up_). Nurse keep your eyes upon the child; I go to take a little water. I shall give you a silk _sarhi_. _Physician._ Ah! the light of the understanding will not brighten again. I will send the Hima Sagara Toila (a medicinal oil) which is now necessary for her (_observing the pulse of Nobin_). His pulse is only very weak, but I do not find any other bad symptom. The doctors are ignorant in other matters, but in anatomical operations they are very expert. The expense will be heavy, but it is of urgent necessity to call one in. _Sadhu._ A letter has been sent to the young Babu to come along with a doctor. _Physician._ That is very good. _Enter Four Relatives._ _First._ We never even dreamt that such an accident would come to pass. At noon-day, some were eating, some bathing, and some were going to lie down in their beds after dinner. I heard of it now. _Second._ The stroke on the head appears fatal. What ill-fated accident! There was no probability of a quarrel on this day; or else, many of the ryots would have been present. _Sadhu._ Two hundred ryots with clubs in their hands are crying aloud, “Strike off, Strike off,” and are weeping with these words in their mouths, “Ah! eldest Babu! Ah eldest Bahu!” I told them to go to their own houses, since if the Saheb get the least excuse, he will, on account of the pain in his nose, burn the whole village.