'Queen!' said I, 'you only can make the impossible possible. Indeed you have already done so. Oh, that I could show you the extent of your achievement,—then you would know it. But the time for that is not now. Now we want money!'
'You shall have it,' she said.
I could see that the thought of selling her jewels had occurred to her. So I said: 'Your jewels must remain in reserve. One can never tell when they may be wanted.' And then, as Bimala stared blankly at me in silence, I went on: 'This money must come from your husband's treasury.'
Bimala was still more taken aback. After a long pause she said: 'But how am I to get his money?'
'Is not his money yours as well?'
'Ah, no!' she said, her wounded pride hurt afresh.
'If not,' I cried, 'neither is it his, but his country's, whom he has deprived of it, in her time of need!'
'But how am I to get it?' she repeated.
'Get it you shall and must. You know best how. You must get it for Her to whom it rightfully belongs. Bande Mataram! These are the magic words which will open the door of his iron safe, break through the walls of his strong-room, and confound the hearts of those who are disloyal to its call. Say Bande Mataram, Bee!'
'Bande Mataram!'
