Not even yet could Kamal ask if the marriage had taken place.

Surja Mukhi had lost flesh; her figure, formerly straight as a pine, had become bent like a bow; her laughing eyes were sunk; her lily face had lost its roundness.
Kamal Mani comprehended that the marriage was accomplished.

She inquired, "When was it ?" Surja Mukhi answered, "Yesterday." Then the two sat down together, neither speaking.

Surja Mukhi hid her face in the other's lap, and wept.

Kamal Mani's tears fell on Surja Mukhi's unbound hair.
Of what was Nagendra thinking at that time as he sat in the _boita khana_?
His thoughts said: "Kunda Nandini! Kunda is mine; Kunda is my wife! Kunda! Kunda! she is mine!" Srish Chandra sat down beside him, but Nagendra could say little; he could think only, "Surja Mukhi herself hastened to give Kunda to me in marriage; who then can object to my enjoying this happiness ?".