gave up her desire, anxious to escape; Rohini, leaving the stick in the pulse, and wiping her hands, drew her cloth over her head and stood up. Nervously working her fingers, she asked, "When did you come?"
Hara. "Yesterday. I've something to say to you."
Rohini with a thrill of delight asked, "You will eat here to-day, won't you? Shall I put some fine rice on to boil for you?"
Hara. "Yes, yes, set it on if you like, but never mind about that. Do you remember what happened to you one day?"
Rohini looked silently on the ground. Hara Lâl resumed, "That day on which, coming with a troop of pilgrims to bathe in the Ganges, you lagged behind. Do you remember?"
Rohini, holding four fingers of the left with the right hand and looking down. "I remember."
Hara. "The day when you lost your road and found yourself in a plain?"
Rohini "Yes."
Hara. "Night had come on, and you
