Sabitri. Ghose Bou, art thou come, and hast thou brought your daughter with you? Yes, you have done well. Bipin was making noise, therefore, I sent him out and am come here.
Reboti. My mother, I bow down before you. Khetra, bow down before your grand-mother. (Khetromani bows down.)
Sabitri. Be happy, be the mother of seven sons. (Coughing aside.) My eldest Bou, just go into the room, I think my son is up. Oh! my son has no regular time for bathing, neither for taking food. My Nobin is become very weak by mere vain thoughts—(aside, “Aduri”) Oh! my daughter, go in soon, I think, he is asking for water.
Soirindri. (Aside, to Aduri.) Aduri, calling for you.
Aduri. Calling for me, but asking for you.
Soirindri. Thou burnt-faced. Sister Ghose meet me another day.
(Exit Soirindri.)
Reboti. O my mother, here is none else. Some great danger has fallen upon me, that Podi Moyrani came to our house yesterday.
Sabitri. Rama! Rama! Rama! who allows that nasty fool to enter his house? What is left of her virtue? She has only to write her name in the public notices.
Reboti. My mother, but what shall I do! My house is not an enclosed one. When our males go to take dinner outside, the house is no more a house; but you may call it a mart. That strumpet says (I do shrink at the thought), she says, that the young Saheb is become, as it were, mad at seeing Khetromani; and wants to see her in the Factory.