Come to me." Kamal Mani was agitated; she could contain herself no longer.

She felt that she must consult her husband.
Srish Chandra, sitting in the inner apartments, was looking over the office account-books.

Beside him on the bed, Satish Chandra, a child of a year old, was rejoicing in the possession of an English newspaper.

He had first tried to eat it; but, failing in that, had spread it out and was now sitting upon it.

Kamal Mani, approaching her husband, brought the end of her _sari_ round her neck, threw herself down, bending her forehead to the floor, and, folding her hands, said, "I pay my devotions to you, O great king." Just before this time, a play had been performed in the house, from whence she borrowed this inflated speech.
Srish said, laughing, "Have the cucumbers been stolen again ?" "Neither cucumbers nor melons; this time a most valuable thing has been stolen." "Where is the robbery ?" asked Srish.
"The robbery took place at Govindpur.