I can neither sleep nor eat, and I fear I may lose my senses." "If you have been forbidden to tell me of the matter I cannot read this letter, nor do I wish to hear its contents.

Tell me what has to be done." "This is what must be done," replied Kamal.

"Surja Mukhi's wits are scattered, and must be restored.

There is no one that can do this except Satish Babu.

His aunt has written requesting that he may be sent to Govindpur." Satish Babu had in the meantime upset a vase of flowers, and was now aiming at the inkstand.