Contents ( 50)
- contents
- introduction
- poems
- the home
- on the seashore
- the source
- baby’s way
- the unheeded pageant
- sleep-stealer
- the beginning
- baby’s world
- when and why
- defamation
- the judge
- playthings
- the astronomer
- clouds and waves
- the champa flower
- fairyland
- the land of the exile
- the rainy day
- paper boats
- the sailor
- the further bank
- the flower-school
- the merchant
- sympathy
- vocation
- superior
- the little big man
- twelve o’clock
- authorship
- the wicked postman
- the hero
- the end
- the recall
- the first jasmines
- the banyan tree
- benediction
- the gift
- my song
- the child angel
- the last bargain
- stories
- the kabuliwalla
- the kingdom of cards
- my lord, the baby
- the parrot’s training
- the home-coming
- master mashai
Haralal locked up his room and hired a carriage and went with all haste to the jetty. But he did not know even the name of the steamer which Venu had taken. He ran the whole length of the wharves from Prinsep’s Ghat to Metiaburuj. He found that two steamers had started on their voyage to England early that morning. It was impossible for him to know which of them carried Venu, or how to reach him.
When Haralal got home, the sun was strong and the whole of Calcutta was awake. Everything before his eyes seemed blurred. He felt as if he were pushing against a fearful obstacle which was bodiless and without pity. His mother came on the verandah to ask him anxiously where he had gone. With a dry laugh he said to her, ‘To bring home a bride for myself,’ and then he fainted away.
On opening his eyes after a while, Haralal asked his mother to leave him. Entering his room, he shut the door from the inside while his mother remained seated on the floor of the verandah in the fierce glare of the sun. She kept calling to him fitfully, almost mechanically, ‘Baba, Baba!’
The servant came from the Manager’s office and knocked at the door, saying that they would miss the train if they did not start out at once. Haralal called from inside, ‘It will not be possible for me to start this morning.’
‘Then where are we to go, sir?’
‘I will tell you later on.’
The servant went downstairs with a gesture of impatience.
Suddenly Haralal thought of the ornaments which Venu had left behind. Up till now he had completely forgotten about them, but with the thought came instant relief. He took the leather bag containing them, and also Venu’s letter to his father, and left the house.
Before he reached Adharlal’s house he could hear the bands playing for the wedding, yet on entering he could feel that there had been some disturbance. Haralal was told that there had been a theft the night before and one or two servants were suspected. Adhar Babu was sitting in the upper verandah flushed with anger and Ratikanta was smoking his hookah. Haralal said to Adhar Babu, ‘I have something private to tell you.’ Adharlal flared up, ‘I have no time now!’ He was afraid that Haralal had come to borrow money or to ask his help. Ratikanta suggested that if there was any delicacy in making the request in his presence he would leave the place. Adharlal told him angrily to sit where he was. Then Haralal handed over the bag which Venu had left behind. Adharlal asked what was inside it and Haralal opened it and gave the contents into his hands.
Then Adhar Babu said with a sneer: ‘It’s a paying business that you two have started—you and your former pupil! You were certain that the stolen property would be traced, and so you come along with it to me to claim a reward!’