I have given you the fitting reward of your pride; now, with the ink of this stain upon you, you may go home." Everything seemed dark around Hira in her anger.

When her head ceased to swim she stood in front of Debendra, her brows knitted, her eyes inflamed, and as with a hundred tongues she gave vent to her temper.
Abuse such as the foulest women use she poured upon him, till he, losing patience, kicked her out of the pleasure-garden.

Hira was a sinner; Debendra a sinner and a brute.
Thus ended the promise of eternal love.
Hira, thus abused, did not go home.

In Govindpur there was a low-caste doctor who attended only low-caste people.

He had no knowledge of treatment or of drugs; he knew only the poisonous pills by which life is destroyed.