delighted the eye. There Gobind Lâl loved to sit. On moonlight nights he would sometimes bring Bhramar to wander in the garden and sit in this spot. At sight of the half-clothed stone woman Bhramar would cry shame on it, sometimes drape it with her scarf, sometimes bring a rich garment from the house to throw over it; sometimes she would pull at the jar in the hands of the statue as if to take it from her.
Gobind Lâl was sitting there this evening admiring the beauty of the mirror-like Bârunî. Presently he saw Rohini, kalsi on hip, descending the» broad stone-built steps of the tank. People can't get on without water, however well they may manage without everything else. On this day of sorrow also Rohini had come for water. She stepped into the tank, apparently to bathe, and Gobind Lâl, thinking it undesirable to remain in sight, moved away. He wandered long about the garden; at length, concluding that Rohini must be gone, he returned to sit at the feet of the marble beauty that never ceased pouring water from the jar. Again he looked out upon the water. He saw neither Rohini nor any other human being.
