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ss somehow； as you used to lose your way after starting for college； and loiter about in front of Sripati's house。 Your eyes did not appear to be exactly in search of the Presidency College； as they were directed towards the barred windows of a private house； through which nothing but insects and the hearts of moon…struck young men could obtain access。 I felt very sorry for you both。 I could see that your studies were being seriously interrupted； and that the plight of the girl was pitiable also。
〃One day I called Kusum to me； and said： 'Listen to me； my daughter。 I am an old man； and you need feel no delicacy in my presence。 I know whom you desire at heart。 The young man's condition is hopeless too。 I wish I could bring about your union。' At this Kusum suddenly melted into tears； and ran away。 On several evenings after that； I visited Sripati's house； and； calling Kusum to me； discussed with her matters relating to you； and so I succeeded in gradually overcoming her shyness。 At last； when I said that I would try to bring about a marriage； she asked me： 'How can it be？' 'Never mind；' I said； 'I would pass you off as a Brahmin maiden。' After a good deal of argument； she begged me to find out whether you would approve of it。 'What nonsense；' replied I； 'the boy is well…nigh mad as it were； what's the
use of disclosing all these complications to him？ Let the ceremony be over smoothly and thenall's well that ends well。 Especially； as there is not the slightest risk of its ever leaking out； why go out of the way to make a fellow miserable for life？'
〃I do not know whether the plan had Kusum's assent or not。 At times she wept； and at other times she remained silent。 If I said； ‘Let us drop it then；' she would become very restless。 When things were in this state； I sent Sripati to you with the proposal of marriage； you consented without a moment's hesitation。 Everything was settled。
〃Shortly before the day fixed； Kusum became so obstinate that I had the greatest difficulty in bringing her round again。 ‘Do let it drop； uncle；' she said to me constantly。 'What do you mean； you silly child；' I rebuked her；' how can we back out now； when everything has been settled？'
〃'Spread a rumour that I am dead；' she implored。 'Send me away somewhere。'
〃'What would happen to the young man then？' said I。' He is now in the seventh heaven of delight； expecting that his long cherished desire would be fulfilled to…morrow； and to…day you want me to send him the news of your death。 The result would be that to…morrow I should have to bear the news of his death to you； and the same evening your death would be reported to me。 Do you imagine； child； that I am capable of committing a girl…murder and a Brahmin…murder at my age？'
〃Eventually the happy marriage was celebrated at the auspicious moment； and I felt relieved of a burdensome duty which I owed to myself。 What happened afterwards you know best。〃
〃Couldn't you stop after having done us an irreparable injury？〃 burst out Hemanta after a short silence。 〃Why have you told the secret now？〃
With the utmost composure； Peari Sankar replied： 〃When I saw that all arrangements had been made for the wedding of your sister； I said to myself： 'Well； I have fouled the caste of one Brahmin； but that was only from a sense of duty。 Here； another Brahmin's caste is imperilled； and this time it is my plain duty to prevent it。' So I wrote to them saying that I was in a position to prove that you bad taken the daughter of a sudra to wife。〃
Controlling himself with a gigantic effort； Hemanta said： 〃What will become of this girl whom I shall abandon now？ Would you give her food and shelter？〃
〃I have done what was mine to do；〃 replied Peari Sankar calmly。 〃It is no part of my duty to look after the discarded wives of other people。 Anybody there？ Get a glass of cocoanut milk for Hemanta Babu with ice in it。 And some pan too。〃
Hemanta rose； and took his departure without waiting for this luxurious hospitality。
IV
It was the fifth night of the waning of the moonand the night was dark。 No birds were singing。 The lichi tree by the tank looked like a smudge of ink on a background a shade less deep。 The south wind was blindly roaming about in the darkness like a sleep…walker。 The stars in the sky with vigilant unblinking eyes were trying to penetrate the darkness； in their effort to fathom some profound mystery。
No light shone in the bedroom。 Hemanta was sitting on the side of the bed next the open window； gazing at the darkness in front of him。 Kusum lay on the floor； clasping her husband's feet with both her arms； and her face resting on them。 Time stood like an ocean hushed into stillness。 On the background of eternal night； Fate seemed to have painted this one single picture for all timeannihilation on every side； the judge in the centre of it； and the guilty one at his feet。
The sound of slippers was heard again。 Approaching the door； Harihar Mukerji said： 〃You have had enough time； I can't allow you more。 Turn the girl out of the house。〃
Kusum； as she heard this； embraced her husband's feet with all the ardour of a lifetime； covered them with kisses； and touching her forehead to them reverentially； withdrew herself。
Hemanta rose； and walking to the door； said： 〃Father； I won't forsake my wife。〃
〃What！〃 roared out Harihar； 〃would you lose your caste； sir？〃
〃I don't care for caste；〃 was Hemanta's calm reply。
〃Then you too I renounce。〃
THE CABULIWALLAH
（THE FRUITSELLER FROM CABUL）
My five years' old daughter Mini cannot live without chattering。 I really believe that in all her life she has not wasted a minute in silence。 Her mother is often vexed at this； and would stop her prattle； but I would not。 To see Mini quiet is unnatural； and I cannot bear it long。 And so my own talk with her is always lively。
One morning； for instance； when I was in the midst of the seventeenth chapter of my new novel； my little Mini stole into the room； and putting her hand into mine； said： 〃Father！ Ramdayal the door…keeper calls a crow a krow！ He doesn't know anything； does he？〃
Before I could explain to her the differences of language in this world； she was embarked on the full tide of another subject。 〃What do you think； Father？ Bhola says there is an elephant in the clouds； blowing water out of his trunk； and that is why it rains！〃
And then； darting off anew； while I sat still making ready some reply to this last saying； 〃Father！ what relation is Mother to you？〃
〃My dear little sister in the law！〃 I murmured involuntarily to myself； but with a grave face contrived to answer： 〃Go and play with Bhola； Mini！ I am busy！〃
The window of my room overlooks the road。 The child had seated herself at my feet near my table； and was playing softly； drumming on her knees。 I was hard at work on my seventeenth chapter； where Protrap Singh； the hero； had just caught Kanchanlata； the heroine； in his arms； and was about to escape with her by the third story window of the castle； when all of a sudden Mini left her play； and ran to the window； crying； 〃A Cabuliwallah！ a Cabuliwallah！〃 Sure enough in the street below was a Cabuliwallah； passing slowly along。 He wore the loo