Every night Surendra came to see him, but, fearing the wine, he would only sit a few minutes.
When all were gone, Surendra asked Debendra, "How are you to-day ?" "The body," replied Debendra, "is the temple of disease." "Yours is, especially," said his cousin, "Have you fever to-day ?" "No." "Is your liver out of order ?" "It is as before." "Would it not be better to refrain from these excesses ?" "What, drinking?
How often will you speak of that?
Wine is my constant companion," said Debendra.
"But why should it be ?" replied Surendra.

"Wine was not born with you; you can't take it away with you.

Many give it up, why should not you do so ?" "What have I to gain by giving it up?
Those who do so have some happiness in prospect, and therefore give it up.

For me there is no happiness." "Then to save your life give it up." "Those to whom life brings happiness may give up wine; but what have I to gain by living ?" Surendra's eyes filled with tears.

Full of love for his friend, he urged: "Then for my sake give it up." Tears came into the eyes of Debendra as he said: "No one but yourself urges me to walk in virtuous paths.