Sadhu. Raychurn is gone a long time ago; he is not yet come.
Reboti. Our eldest Babu preserved her from the grasp of the tiger. The young Saheb killed my daughter, and the elder one killed the eldest Babu. Ah! Ah! there is no one to preserve the poor.
Sadhu. What virtuous actions have I done, that I shall see the face of my grand-child?
Khetro. My body is cut off—a cracked Tangrah (a fish) Ah! ah!
Reboti. I think the ninth of the moon is closed;[[67]] my image of gold is to go to the water, and what means shall I have? Who shall call me mother! mother! Did you bring her for this purpose. (Taking hold of Sadhu’s neck, weeps).
Sadhu. Be silent, don’t weep now; she will faint.
Enter Raychurn and the Physician.
Physician. How is she now? Did you give her that medicine?
Sadhu. The medicine did not act, and whatever went down immediately came up by a vomit. See her pulse once more now; I think, it is n sign of her end.
Reboti. She is crying out, thorns, thorns. I have prepared her bed so thickly,[[68]] still she is tossing about. Now save her by a good medicine. Dear Sir, this relative is very dear unto me.