She had had no desire to obtain Nagendra, no hope of doing so; her despair she had borne in silence.

To have striven for it would have been like striving to reach the moon in the sky.

Now where was that moon?
For what fault had Nagendra thrust her from him?
Kunda revolved these thoughts in her mind night and day; night and day she wept.

Well! let Nagendra not love her.

It was her good fortune to love him.