What can he hide from me?
Occasionally when his mind is absent his eyes wander hither and thither; do I not know what they are seeking?
If he meets it, again becoming troubled he withdraws his eyes; can I not understand that?
For whose voice is he listening at meal-times when he pauses in the act of carrying food to his mouth?
and when Kunda's tones reach his ear, and he fastens to eat his meal, can one not understand that?
My beloved always had a gracious countenance; why is he now always so absent-minded?
If one speaks to him he does not hear, but gives an absent answer.

If, becoming angry, I say, 'May I die ?' paying no attention he answers, 'Yes.' If I ask where his thoughts are, he says with his lawsuits; but I know they have no place in his mind; when he speaks of his lawsuits he is always merry.

Another point.

One day the old women of the neighbourhood were speaking of Kunda Nandini, pitying her young widowhood, her unprotected condition.

Your brother came up; from within I saw his eyes fill with tears; he turned away and left them quickly.