In it the oil was deficient; so also was it in the body of the man.

Another lamp shone by the bedside--a girl of faultlessly fair face, of soft, starry beauty.
Whether because the light from the oil-less lamp was dim, or because the two occupants of the house were absorbed in thinking of their approaching separation, Nagendra's entrance was unseen.

Standing in the doorway, he heard the last sorrowful words that issued from the mouth of the old man.

These two, the old man and the young girl, were friendless in this densely-peopled world.

Once they had had wealth, relatives, men and maid servants--abundance of all kinds; but by the fickleness of fortune, one after another, all had gone.