mournful voice. "Did you do so for Shaibalini's sake?"
"Why should you think so, please," calmly interrogated Pratap.
The Swami said,
"When you were talking with Shaibalini, it seemed to me from her movements, that she was no longer insane and that she has not forgotten you altogether."
"Shaibalini asked me not to meet her again," observed Pratap touchingly. "I could feel that so long as I would live in this world, Shaibalini or Chandra Shekhar could not possibly be happy. I thought it was quite improper for me to live as a thorn in the way of those who are my best well-wishers and objects of love and veneration. It is for this reason, why, in spite of your dissuasion, I came to this bloody field of battle to sacrifice my life. I am taking leave of this world; for, if I live, one day or other, Shaibalini may lose her constancy and go astray again."
Tears came into Ramananda Swami's eyes—no one had seen tears in his eyes before. He said with emotion,
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