to stop it: it is like trying to resist a thunderbolt: the lightning flashes: it laughs at all resistance.
I left the room. As I was passing along the verandah towards the inner apartments, Amulya suddenly made his appearance and came and stood before me.
'Fear nothing, Sister Rani,' he said. 'I am off to-night and shall not return unsuccessful.'
'Amulya,' said I, looking straight into his earnest, youthful face, 'I fear nothing for myself, but may I never cease to fear for you.'
Amulya turned to go, but before he was out of sight I called him back and asked: 'Have you a mother, Amulya?'
'I have.'
'A sister?'
'No, I am the only child of my mother. My father died when I was quite little.'
'Then go back to your mother, Amulya.'
'But, Sister Rani, I have now both mother and sister.'
'Then, Amulya, before you leave to-night, come and have your dinner here.'
'There won't be time for that. Let me take some food for the journey, consecrated with your touch.'
'What do you specially like, Amulya?'
'If I had been with my mother I should have had lots of Poush cakes. Make some for me with your own hands, Sister Rani!'
