_Physician._ The doctor is a very kind-hearted man: when Babu Bindu wanted to give him money, he said, “Babu Bindu, the manner in which you are already troubled makes it improbable that the ceremony of your father will be performed. I cannot take any thing from you now, and also it is not necessary for you to give money for the bearers who brought me and who will now take me away.” Had the doctor been of a hard heart, he would have taken away the money kept for the ceremony. I have seen that kind of doctors twice; he is as scurrilous as avaricious. _Sadhu._ Our young Babu brought along with him the doctor to see Khetromani; but he said nothing with certainty. The doctor observing my want, owing to the tyranny of the Planters, gave me two rupees in the name of Khetromani. _Physician._ Had the doctor been hard-hearted he would have taken hold of the hand, and said, she would die; and he would have taken the money by selling your kine. _Reboti._ I can give money by selling off whatever I have, if they can only cure my Khetro. _Enter_ RAYCHURN _with the rice_. _Physician._ Having washed the rice, bring the water here. (_Reboti takes the rice_). Do not give much water. I see the plate is very beautiful. _Reboti._ Our mistress (Sabitri) went to Gya and brought many plates; and she gave this to my Khetro. Ah! the same mistress is now turned mad, and her hands are bound with a rope, because she is slapping her cheeks. _Physician._ Sadhu, bring the stone-mortar, I have the medicine here. (_Opens his box of medicine._) _Sadhu._ Sir, don’t bring out your medicine; just see, how her eyes appear. Raychurn, come here. _Reboti._ Oh mother! What is my fate now! Oh mother, how shall I forget the figure of Harana! Oh! Oh! Oh Khetro, Oh Khetro! Khetromoni! daughter. Wilt thou not speak any more, my daughter? Oh! Oh! Oh! (_Weeps_). _Physician._ Her end is very near. _Sadhu._ Raychurn take hold of her, take hold of her (_Sadhuchurn and Raychurn take Khetramoni from the bed, and go out-side_). _Reboti._ I cannot leave my Laksmi of gold to float on the water. Where shall I go? Had she lived with the Saheb, that would have been better. I would have remained at rest by seeing her face. My daughter, ho! ho! ho! (_Goes behind Khetra, slapping herself_). _Physician._ I die! I die! I die! What pains does the mother bear! It is good not to have a child. (_Exit all._) ----- Footnote 64: Reboti says, My daughter, what is it that gives you so much pain? The bed is all over cleared, there is nothing that can trouble the body. Footnote 65: These are words which are expressed through great grief.