before. With sad face and wan smile, he took one of the boys in his arms and the other by the hand and entered the room. The lamps had just been lighted, and although it was not yet night, it was a cold evening, and everything was as quiet as if night had come.
Baidyanath remained silent for a little, and then in a soft voice said to his wife: ‘How are you?’
His wife, without making any reply, asked him: ‘What has happened?’
Baidyanath, without speaking, simply struck his forehead. At this Sundari’s face hardened. The children, feeling the shadow of a calamity, quietly slipped away, and going to the maidservant asked her to tell them a story.
Night fell, but neither husband nor wife spoke a word. The whole atmosphere of the house seemed to palpitate with silence, and gradually Sundari’s lips set hard like a miser’s purse. Then she got up, and leaving her husband went slowly into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Baidyanath remained standing silently outside. The watchman’s call was heard as he passed. The tired world was sunk in deep sleep.
When it was quite late at night the elder boy, wakened from some dream, left his bed,
