Rohini. "What was it? I can't tell you. Please say no more about it. There is no physic for this disease. I shall never be cured of it. If I had had poison I would have taken it. But I would not do so in your house. There is only one help you can give me. Let me go, let me depart in tears. If I am found living after that, then you may cut off my hair, pour curded milk on my head, and exile me."
Gobind Lâl comprehended. As though reflected in a mirror, he had seen into Rohini's heart. He saw that the charm that had infatuated Bhramar, had also subjugated this serpent. He was neither pleased nor angry. Like the surging of the ocean, so was his heart moved with pity. He said, "Rohini, I think death would be well for you, but you have no right to take your own life. We all come into this world to work, and until that work is done we should not die."
Gobind Lâl began to move hither and thither. Rohini said, "Speak!"
Gobind. "You will have to leave this place."
Rohini. "Why so?"
