CHAPTER II.
AFTER his bath and meal, Brahmânanda was preparing to sleep, when, to his astonishment, he saw Hara Lâl Râi before him. Hara Lâl advancing, sat down at his side by the head of the bed.
Brahm. "Why, I declare, here is the young master! When did you come home?"
Hara. "I have not been home yet."
Brahm. "You have come straight here? How long is it since you came from Calcutta?"
Hara. "I came from Calcutta two days ago, and have been in hiding here. So there is to be a new will written. Eh!"
Brahm. "So I hear."
Hara. "This time I am to have nothing?"
Brahm. "The Kartâ says so now he is angry. But that won't last."
Hara. "It is to be written this evening, isn't it? And you are to write it?"
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