Sabitri. (Sighing deeply.) If this be in the mind of God it will be.
Reboti. Many other things she said, my mother; but I was not able to understand her. Is it the fact, that there is no appeal when once a person is imprisoned?
Aduri. I think, the wretch has aggravated this imprisoning.
Sabitri. Aduri, be silent a little, my child.
Reboti. Moreover, the wife of the Indigo Planter, in order to make her husband's case strong (pakka), has sent a letter to the Magistrate, since it is said that the Magistrate hears her words most attentively.
Aduri. I saw the lady; she has no shame at all. When the Magistrate of the Zillah (whose name occasions great terror) goes riding about through the village, the lady also rides on horseback, with him.—The Bou riding about on a horse! Because the aunt of Kesi once laughed before the elder brother of her husband, all people ridiculed her; while this was the Magistrate of the Zillah.
Sabitri. I see, wretched woman, thou wilt occasion some great misfortune one day. Now it is evening, Ghose Bou, better go home. There is Durga.
Reboti. Now, I go my mother. I shall buy some oil from the shop; then there will be light in the house.
(Exit Reboti and Khetromani.)
Sabitri. Can't you remain without speaking something at every word.
Enter Saralota with clothes on her head.
Aduri. Here, our washerwoman is come with her clothes.
Sabitri. Thou fool, why is she a washerwoman? She is my Bou of gold, my Goddess of good Fortune (patting her back). Is there no one in my family excepting you to
