Once more there was a mighty sensation in our world, and a storm of vituperation in the newspapers—for Satish had again turned renegade.
At first he had defiantly proclaimed active disbelief in all religion and social convention. Next, with equal vehemence, he had displayed active belief in gods and goddesses, rites and ceremonies, not excluding the least of them. Now, lastly, he had thrown to the winds all the rubbish-heaps both of religious and irreligious cults, and had retired into such simple peacefulness that no one could even guess what he believed, or what he did not. True, he took up good works as of old; but there was nothing aggressive about it this time.
There was another event over which the newspapers exhausted all their resources of sarcasm and virulence. That was the announcement of Damini’s marriage with me. ‘The mystery of this marriage none will perhaps fathom,—but why need they?
