She had already wept much, and now she began to think, "What is the use of weeping?
If I do, Srish Chandra will be miserable and Satish will cry.
Weeping will not bring back Surja Mukhi." So she gave up weeping, and became her natural self.
Kamal Mani said to Srish Chandra, "The goddess of this paradise has abandoned it; when my brother comes he will have only a bed of straw to lie upon." They resolved to put the place in order; so the coolies, the lamp cleaners, and the gardeners were set to work.

Under Kamal Mani's vigorous treatment the musk-rats, bats, and mice, departed squeaking; the pigeons flew from cornice to cornice; the sparrows fled in distress.

Where the windows were closed, the sparrows, taking them for open doorways, pecked at them with their beaks till they were ready to drop.

The women-servants, broom in hand, were victorious everywhere.

Before long the place again wore a smiling appearance, and at length Nagendra arrived.
It was evening.