Since it had been abandoned by Surja Mukhi and Nagendra, Hira had taken possession of this summer-house.

It was evening, an almost full moon shone in the heavens.

Her rays shining through the branches of the trees fell on the white marble, and danced upon the wind-moved waters of the _talao_ close by.

The air was filled with the intoxicating perfume of the scented shrubs.

There is nothing in nature so intoxicating as flower-perfumed air.