If I could but see him once I should die happy." The _Brahmachari_ wiped his eyes also, and said: "Where is your husband?
It is impossible for you to go to him now; but if he, on receiving the news, could come here, I would let him know by letter." Surja Mukhi's wan face expanded into a smile; then again becoming dejected, she said: "He could come, but I cannot tell if he would.

I am guilty of a great offence against him, but he is full of kindness to me; he might forgive me, but he is far from here.

Can I live till he comes ?" Finding, on further inquiry, that the Babu lived at Haripur Zillah, the _Brahmachari_ brought pen and paper, and, taking Surja Mukhi's instructions, wrote as follows: "SIR,--I am a stranger to you.

I am a Brahman, leading the life of a _Brahmachari_.

I do not even know who you are; this only I know, that Srimati Surja Mukhi Dasi is your wife.