CHAPTER XXIV.
EVERY SORT OF HAPPINESS IS FLEETING.
The happiness for which Kunda Nandini had never ventured to hope was now hers; she had become the wife of Nagendra.

On the marriage day she thought, "This joy is boundless; it can never end!" But after the flight of Surja Mukhi, repentance came to Kunda Nandini.
She thought: "Surja Mukhi rescued me in my time of distress, when but for her I should have been lost; now on my account she is an outcast.
If I am not to be happy, it were better I had died." She perceived that happiness has limits.
It is evening.

Nagendra is lying on the couch; Kunda Nandini sits at his head fanning him.

Both are silent.

This is not a good sign.