I, his son, am living! My mother is not so much afraid as my father is; she does not lose hope at once; with a firm mind, she is now invoking God. My deer-eyed is become, as it were, the deer in my volcano[1]; she is become mad with fear and anxiety. Her father died in an Indigo Factory and her fear, now, is lest the same happens to her husband. How many sides am I to keep quiet? Is it proper to fly off with the whole family; or, is it not right that to do good unto others is the highest virtue? I shall not turn aside hastily. I see, I am not able to do any good to Shamanagara; still, what work is there which is beyond the power of exertion? Let me see what I can do.
Enter two Pundits.
First P. My child, is the house of Goluk Chunder Bose in this quarter? I heard from my uncle, that person is very honest—the grandeur of the Bose family.
Nobin. (Bowing before him.) Sir, I am his eldest son.
First P. Yes! yes! very honest! To have such a son is not the result of a little virtue.
Second P. We had been invited by Babu Arabindu, of Sougandha. To-day, we remain in the house of Goluk Chunder; and shall do good unto you.
Nobin. This is my great fortune. Sirs, come by this way.
(Exit all.)
THIRD ACT—FIRST SCENE.
Before the Factory in Begunbari.
Enter Gopi Churn and a Native Jailor.
Gopi. As long as your share is not less, don't bring anything to my notice.
- ↑ That is, as the deer feels disquieted when exposed in a volcano, so is my mate troubled by the many anxieties in my mind.
