overflowing river of the month of Bhadro.[1] Like the river-water in Bhadro, her wealth of beauty was surging and overflowing. More than her colour, more than her eyes, more than all was the flashing fascination of that beauty. Her whole frame was constantly quivering with the weight of her ripe youth, as, when there is no breeze, a river quivers in the young autumn; and this quivering changefulness each moment added a fresh lustre to her beauty. Nobokumar was steadily gazing at this ever-fresh beauty.
The fair one, seeing Nobokumar's thirsty gaze, said, "What are you looking at?"
Nobokumar was a gentleman; being somewhat confounded, he bent down his head. Seeing him at a loss for a reply, the unknown one again said with a smile, "Have you never seen a woman, or do you think me very beautiful?"
If these words had been spoken in a natural tone they would have appeared like a rebuke,
- ↑ Bhadro=the latter half of August and the first half of September, when the rivers are in full flood.
