When I met the queen Vasumatí, attended by Taraliká. She insisted on taking it from me, and declared she would herself deliver it into your Majesty's hands.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
By what luck did you contrive to escape her?
CHATURIKÁ.
While her maid was disengaging her mantle, which had caught in the branch, of a shrub, I ran away.
KING.
Here, my good friend, take the picture and conceal it. My attentions to the Queen have made her presumptuous. She will be here in a minute.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
Conceal the picture! conceal myself, you mean.
[Getting up and taking the picture.]