Sabitri. Thou vile man must be a creature of the Factory, else why dost thou want to take hold of the hand of the woman of a good family? (rising up). Nurse keep your eyes upon the child; I go to take a little water. I shall give you a silk sarhi.
Physician. Ah! the light of the understanding will not brighten again. I will send the Hima Sagara Toila (a medicinal oil) which is now necessary for her (observing the pulse of Nobin). His pulse is only very weak, but I do not find any other bad symptom. The doctors are ignorant in other matters, but in anatomical operations they are very expert. The expense will be heavy, but it is of urgent necessity to call one in.
Sadhu. A letter has been sent to the young Babu to come along with a doctor.
Physician. That is very good.
Enter Four Relatives.
First. We never even dreamt that such an accident would come to pass. At noon-day, some were eating, some bathing, and some were going to lie down in their beds after dinner. I heard of it now.
Second. The stroke on the head appears fatal. What ill-fated accident! There was no probability of a quarrel on this day; or else, many of the ryots would have been present.
Sadhu. Two hundred ryots with clubs in their hands are crying aloud, "Strike off, Strike off," and are weeping with these words in their mouths, "Ah! eldest Babu! Ah! eldest Babu!" I told them to go to their own houses, since if the Saheb get the least excuse, he will, on account of the of the pain in his nose, burn the whole village.
Physician. Now, wash the head and apply turpentine to it; in the evening, I shall come again and try some other
