"This, too, is all an unintelligible jargon to me."
"Have I ever loved any one in Agra?
(In an undertone) "None?"
"Then what am I if not a stone?"
"If you now be pleased to bestow your heart on any one why don't you do so?"
"This, too, is in my mind. That is why I am bent upon quitting Agra."
"What necessity is there of doing things like that? Is there none to woo in Agra that you will go down into the land of savages? Why not set your heart on the man who now loves you? What a greater lord is there on the earth than the Delhi Emperor in grace, in wealth, in power and all else besides?"
"Why does water run down the lower incline despite the sun and moon's gravitation?"
"Why?"
"It is the scroll of fate!"
Luthfunnisha did not open out her whole mind. The fire entered into the marble soul and was dissolving it into fluid.
