A smile was also visible on Tilottama's lips;—it seemed to say, "How can I?" Bimala understood this. When about to depart, placing one hand on Tilottama's shoulder, with the other, she took hold of her chin, and for sometime studied her face, sanctified by the presence of sincere love. She then kissed it with affection. When she was going away, Tilottama espied a tear standing on her eyes.
Now Ashmani came to the door of the chamber and said to Bimala,
"Master calls you."
Tilottama, hearing this, came forward, and said in Bimala's ear,
"Change your dress before you go."
"Never fear," replied Bimala.
Bimala then went to Virendra Singha's bed-chamber. Virendra was reposing; one maid-servant was shampooing his legs; another was fanning him. Approaching the couch, Bimala said, "What's your will, Sir?"
Virendra Singha raised his head, and asked in surprise,
"Bimala, are you going out on some errand?"
"Yes, Sir," replied she, "but pray, what's your will?"
Virendra. "How's Tilottama doing? She was in a bad state of health. Has she come all right now?"
Bimala. "Yes, Sir, she has."
Virendra. "Do you fan me for a small while; let Ashmani bring Tilottama here." The woman who was fanning, went out.
Bimala directed Ashmani by a sign to wait outside. Virendra said to the other maid-servant,
"Lachmani, go, prepare some betels and bring them here."
