He said, "Your eyes are heavenly!" Hira smiled.
Debendra saw in a corner a broken violin.

Humming a tune, he took the violin and touched it with the bow.

"Where did you get this instrument ?" he asked.
"I bought it of a beggar." Debendra made it perform a sort of accompaniment to his voice, as he sang some song in accordance with his mood.
Hira's eyes shone yet more brilliantly.

For a few moments she forgot self, forgot Debendra's position and her own.

She thought, "He is the husband, I am the wife; the Creator, making us for each other, designed long ago to bring us together, that we might both enjoy happiness." The thoughts of the infatuated Hira found expression in speech.