Thâkurji, contracting her brows like Cupid's flowery bow, and shooting a glance from the corner of her eye, drew her child on to her lap, and said, "Well! how about Rohini?"
Bhramar, unable to reply, drew the child towards her, and, by a device that comes easily to girls, made it cry. Binodini, giving the boy the breast, bore him off home.
After Binodini came Surodhuni, who observed, "I'm saying, if I were you I would give some physic to Gobind Bâbu. You may be ever so nice, still you are not fair-complexioned. A man's heart is not to be got by words alone; he wants also beauty and accomplishments. Well, who knows what is Rohini's design?"
Bhramar. "What design can Rohini have?"
Surodhuni struck her brow: "Unfortunate one! So many people have heard about it. Only you have not heard that Gobind Bâbu gave Rohini jewellery worth 7,000 rupees!"
Bhramar, acutely suffering, mentally consigned Surodhuni to the hands of death. Aloud she said, wringing off the head of one of her dolls, "I know that, I saw the bill.
