‘Yes, yes! I know that, Jotin. Now you try to sleep.’
‘Though I have bequeathed all my property to Mani, it is practically yours, Mashi. She will never disobey you.’
‘Why are you worrying so much about that, dear?’
‘All I have I owe to you. When you see my will don't think for a moment that——’
‘What do you mean, Jotin? Do you think I shall mind for a moment because you give to Mani what belongs to you? Surely I'm not so mean as that?’
‘But you also will have——’
‘Look here, Jotin, I shall get angry with you. You want to console me with money!’
‘Oh, Mashi, how I wish I could give you something better than money!’
‘That you have done, Jotin!—more than enough. Haven't I had you to fill my lonely house? I must have won that great good-fortune in many previous births! You have given me so much that now, if my destiny's due is exhausted, I shall not complain. Yes, yes! Give away everything in Mani's name,—your house, your money, your carriage, and your land—such burdens are too heavy for me!’
‘Of course I know you have lost your taste for the enjoyments of life, but Mani is so young that——’