Part 10 (1/2)

_Maitreya._ Yes, with your pretty bows you two have knocked your heads together, till they look like a couple of rice-fields. I also bow my head like a camel colt's knee and beseech you both to stand up. [_He does so, then rises._]

_Charudatta._ Very well, let us no longer trouble ourselves with conventions.

_Vasantasena._ [_To herself._] What a delightfully clever hint! But it would hardly be proper to spend the night, considering how I came hither. Well, I will at least say this much. [_Aloud._] If I am to receive thus much of your favor, sir, I should be glad to leave these jewels in your house. It was for the sake of the jewels that those scoundrels pursued me.

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_Charudatta._ This house is not worthy of the trust.

_Vasantasena._ You mistake, sir! It is to men that treasures are entrusted, not to houses.

_Charudatta._ Maitreya, will you receive the jewels?

_Vasantasena._ I am much indebted to you. [_She hands him the jewels._]

_Maitreya._ [_Receiving them._] Heaven bless you, madam.

_Charudatta._ Fool! They are only entrusted to us.

_Maitreya._ [_Aside._] Then the thieves may take them, for all I care.

_Charudatta._ In a very short time--

_Maitreya._ What she has entrusted to us, belongs to us.

_Charudatta._ I shall restore them.

_Vasantasena._ I should be grateful, sir, if this gentleman would accompany me home.

_Charudatta._ Maitreya, pray accompany our guest.

_Maitreya._ She walks as gracefully as a female swan, and you are the gay flamingo to accompany her. But I am only a poor Brahman, and wherever I go, the people will fall upon me just as dogs will snap at a victim dragged to the cross-roads.

_Charudatta._ Very well. I will accompany her myself. Let the torches be lighted, to ensure our safety on the highway.

_Maitreya._ Vardhamanaka, light the torches.

_Vardhamanaka._ [_Aside to Maitreya._] What! light torches without oil?

_Maitreya._ [_Aside to Charudatta._] These torches of ours are like courtezans who despise their poor lovers. They won't light up unless you feed them.

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_Charudatta._ Enough, Maitreya! We need no torches. See, we have a lamp upon the king's highway.

Attended by her starry servants all, And pale to see as a loving maiden's cheeks, Rises before our eyes the moon's bright ball, Whose pure beams on the high-piled darkness fall Like streaming milk that dried-up marshes seeks. 57

[_His voice betraying his pa.s.sion._] Mistress Vasantasena, we have reached your home. Pray enter. [_Vasantasena gazes ardently at him, then exit._] Comrade, Vasantasena is gone. Come, let us go home.