Saralota. Khetra, why did you cut off the curls of your hair?
Khetro. The elder brother of my husband was much displeased at seeing the curls in my hair. Our mistress said, that curls agree best with prostitutes and women of rich families. I was so much ashamed at hearing his words, that from that very day I cut off my curls.
Soirindri. Youngest Bou, the shades of evening are spreading about; just go, my sister, and bring the clothes.
Enter Aduri again.
Saralota. (Standing up.) Aduri, come with me; let us go up, and bring down the clothes.
Aduri. Let young Haldar first come home, ha! ha! ha!
(Ashamed, Saralota goes away.)
Soirindri. (With anger, yet laughing.) Go thou unfortunate fool; at every word, you joke. Where is my mother-in-law?
Enters Sabitri.
Yes, she is come.