At this juncture Shivatosh died: and in departing he awarded his wife the supreme penalty for her want of faith,—he committed his widow, with all her belongings, to the guardianship of the Master.
The house was in a constant tumult with rising waves of fervour. Devotees kept streaming in from all quarters to sit at the feet of the Master. And yet Damini, who had gained the Presence without effort of her own, thrust aside her good fortune with contumely.
Did the Master call her for some special mark of his favour she would keep aloof, pleading a headache. If he had occasion to complain of some special omission of personal attention on her part, she would confess to have been away at the theatre. The excuse was lacking in truth, but not in rudeness.
The other women disciples were aghast at Damini’s ways. First, her attire was not such as widows[1] should affect. Secondly, she showed no eagerness to drink in the Master’s words of wisdom. Lastly, her demeanour had none of
- ↑ Hindu widows in Bengal are supposed to dress in simple white (sometimes plain brown silk), without border, or ornamentation.
