It is so.
Well that does not hurt you, but many others suffer from it." Kunda Nandini, raising her head, fixed a steadfast look on the face of Kamal Mani.
Kamal, understanding the silent question, replied, "Ah, unhappy one! dost thou not see that my brother loves thee ?" Kunda's head again sank on Kamal's breast, which she watered with her tears.

Both wept silently for many minutes.
What the passion of love is the golden Kamal Mani knew very well.

In her innermost heart she sympathized with Kunda, both in her joy and in her sorrow.

Wiping Kunda's eyes she said again, "Kunda, will you go with me ?" Kunda's eyes again tilled with tears.
More earnestly, Kamal said: "If you are out of sight my brother will forget you, and you will forget him; otherwise, you will be lost, my brother will be lost and his wife--the house will go to ruin." Kunda continued weeping.
Again Kamal asked, "Will you go?
Only consider my brother's condition, his wife's." Kunda, after a long interval, wiped her eyes, sat up, and said, "I will go." Why this consent after so long an interval?
Kamal understood that Kunda had offered up her own life on the temple of the household peace.

Her own peace?
Kamal felt that Kunda did not comprehend what was for her own peace..