could not speak for the sobs that checked her utterance.
"Another request is that except you no one shall come here just now. In time I will see every one, but let no one come now. I shall not have another chance of speaking to you."
How much longer could Jâmini restrain her tears? Gradually the night came. Bhramar asked, "Is it a moonlight night, sister?"
Jâmini, opening the venetians, replied, "Divinely bright. The full moon has arisen in all its glory."
"Then open all the shutters. Let me die gazing at the moonlight. Are there any flowers blooming in the garden below the window?"
Standing at that window in the dawn Bhramar and Gobind Lâl had talked together. She had not been at that window now for seven years. She had not opened it all this time. Jâmini opened it with difficulty, and said, "There is no flower garden here, only weeds and one or two dying shrubs. No flowers or leaves."
"There was a garden there seven years
