The cat fled, her tail drenched with the physic.
Surja Mukhi said: "If you will not take the medicine, at least tell me what is your complaint." Nagendra, annoyed, said, "What complaint have I ?" "Look at yourself," replied Surja Mukhi, "and see how thin you have become," and she held a mirror before him.
Nagendra, taking the mirror from her, threw it down and smashed it to atoms.
Surja Mukhi began to weep.

With an angry look Nagendra went away.
Meeting a servant in the outer room, the Babu struck him for no fault.
Surja Mukhi felt as if _she_ had received the blow.

Formerly Nagendra had been of a very calm temper; now the least thing made him angry.
Nor was this all.

One night, the hour for the meal being already past, Nagendra had not come in.

Surja Mukhi sat expecting him.