turned face, and quivering lips, asked of the gods, "Let some one tell me what is my fault, that in this, my seventeenth year only, I am fallen into this strange condition. My son is dead, my husband has forsaken me, and at this age I long for nothing save my husband's love, I wish for nothing else in this world, and have not learned to wish for anything else, why at this youthful age am I rendered hopeless of it?"
Bhramar came to the conclusion that the gods were very cruel. When the gods are cruel what can man do? Nothing but weep, and that was all that Bhramar could do.
Meanwhile Gobind Lâl, having taken leave of Bhramar, went very slowly to the outer rooms. I will speak the truth, he came out drying his tears. At this moment he recognised the girl's simple love, so sincere and impulsive, the stream of which leaped day and night; that priceless love, the possession of which had made him so happy. He reflected that what he was now giving up he would never get again on earth. Then he thought, "I can't undo what I have done. I must go. I have begun this jour-
