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 Bahu!” 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 means. To make noise in a sick person’s room is to increase his disease; so, let there be no noise here.
(Exit the Physician, Sadhu Churn and the
relatives in one way, and Aduri, the other;
Soirindri, sits down). The curtain falls.
FIFTH ACT—THIRD SCENE.
The Room of Sadhu Churn.
On one side, Khetromani in great torment on her bed, and Sadhu; on the other side, Reboti, sitting.