Now I go: if I am able to forget Kunda, I will come again; if not, this is my last hour with you." What could Surja Mukhi say to these heart-piercing words?
For some moments she stood like a statue, gazing on the ground.

Then she cast herself down, hid her face, and wept.
As the murderous tiger gazes at the dying agonies of his prey, Nagendra stood calmly looking on.

He was thinking, "She will die to-day or to-morrow, as God may will.

What can I do?
If I willed it, could I die instead of her?
I might die; but would that save Surja Mukhi ?" No, Nagendra, your dying would not save Surja Mukhi; but it would be well for you to die.
After a time Surja Mukhi sat up; again clasping her husband's feet, she said: "Grant me one boon." "What is it ?" "Remain one month longer at home.

If in that time we do not find Kunda Nandini, then go; I will not keep you." Nagendra went out without reply.