to the upper storey, dividing the house into two parts.
Harimohan had great faith in the selfish sanity of prudence in human nature. He was certain that the savour of good living would tempt Satish into his golden trap, away from the empty nest of Jagamohan. But Satish gave another proof that he had neither inherited his father’s conscience nor his sanity. He remained with his uncle.
Jagamohan was so accustomed to look upon Satish as his own that he was not surprised to find him remaining on his side after the partition.
But Harimohan knew his brother’s temperament very well. He went about talking to people, explaining that the reason why Jagamohan did not let go his hold on Satish was that he expected to make a good thing out of Satish’s presence, keeping him as a kind of hostage.
Harimohan almost shed tears while he said to his neighbour: ‘Could my brother ever imagine that I was going to starve him? Since he is cunning enough to concoct this diabolical plot against me, I shall wait and see whether he is cleverer than I am.’
Harimohan’s talk about Satish reached Jagamohan’s ears. Jagamohan was surprised at his
