_Sadhu._ (_Silently turning her to the other side. To himself_). This agony is the presage to death. (_Openly_) Daughter, thou art the precious jewel of this poor man; my daughter, take a little food. I have brought some pomegranates from Indrabad, and also the ornamented sarhi; but you did not at all express your pleasure when you saw that. _Reboti._ How very extravagant are my daughter’s desires! She said once, give me a flower garland at the time of _Semonton_. What is that countenance now become? What shall I do! Oh oh! Oh oh! (_Places her mouth on the mouth of her daughter_). Ah! my Khetro of gold is become a piece of charcoal. Where are the pupils of the eye? See, see. _Sadhu._ Khetromani! Khetromani! Open your eyes fully my daughter. _Khetro._ My mother! my father! All, it is an axe! (_Turns on the other side_).[65] _Reboti._ Let me take her on my lap; she will remain quiet there. (_Comes to take her on her lap_). _Sadhu._ Do not take her up; she will faint. _Reboti._ Am I so very unfortunate! Ah! Ah! My Harana is as Kartika on his peacock.[66] How can I forget him? Dear me! my Siva! _Sadhu._ Raychurn is gone a long time ago; he is not yet come. _Reboti._ Our eldest Babu preserved her from the grasp of the tiger. The young Saheb killed my daughter, and the elder one killed the eldest Babu. Ah! Ah! there is no one to preserve the poor. _Sadhu._ What virtuous actions have I done, that I shall see the face of my grand-child? _Khetro._ My body is cut off—a cracked Tangrah (a fish) Ah! ah! _Reboti._ I think the ninth of the moon is closed;[67] my image of gold is to go to the water, and what means shall I have? Who shall call me mother! mother! Did you bring her for this purpose. (_Taking hold of Sadhu’s neck, weeps_). _Sadhu._ Be silent, don’t weep now; she will faint. _Enter_ RAYCHURN _and the Physician_. _Physician._ How is she now? Did you give her that medicine? _Sadhu._ The medicine did not act, and whatever went down immediately came up by a vomit. See her pulse once more now; I think, it is n sign of her end. _Reboti._ She is crying out, thorns, thorns. I have prepared her bed so thickly,[68] still she is tossing about. Now save her by a good medicine. Dear Sir, this relative is very dear unto me. _Sadhu._ We don’t see any sign of the pulse. _Physician._ (_Taking hold of the hand_). In this state, it is good for the pulse to be weak. “Weakness makes the pulse strong; to have a strong pulse is fatal.” _Sadhu._ At this time, it is the same thing either to apply or not to apply the medicine. The parents have hope to the very end; therefore, see, if there be any means.