Now ashes have fallen on your ready-made rice; the Yama[[7]] of Indigo has attacked you, and you have no safety.
FIRST ACT—FOURTH SCENE.
Goluk Chunder Basu’s Hall.
Enter Soirindri preparing a hair-string.
Soirindri. I never did prepare such a piece of hair-string. The youngest Bou[[8]] is the most fortunate, since whatever I do in her name proves successful. The hair-string I have made, is the thinnest possible. According to the hair, the hair-string is made. Oh! how beautiful the hair is; it is like unto that of the Goddess Kali. The face is as the lotus, always smiling. People may say whatever they choose to one whom they do not like. I don’t attend to that. For my part, I feel pleasure when I see the face of the youngest Bou. I consider the youngest Bou in the same light, as I do Bipin. The youngest Bou loves me as her own mother.
Saralota enters with a braid in her hand.
Saralota. My sister, just see whether I have been able to make the under part of this braid? Is it not made?
Soirindri. (Seeing the braid.) Yes, now it is well made. O! my sister, this part is made somewhat bad; the yellow does not look well after the red colour.
Saralota. I wove it by observing your braid.