After a while the woman opened her eyes; when
Haro Mani said, "Where have you come from, mother?"
Reviving, the woman asked, "Where am I?"
The _Brahmachari_ answered, "Finding you dying by the roadside, I
brought you hither. Where are you going?"
"Very far."
Haro Mani said: "You still wear your bracelet; is your husband
living?"
The sick woman's brow darkened. Haro Mani was perplexed.
The _Brahmachari_ asked "What shall we call you? what is your name?"
The desolate creature, moving a little restlessly, replied, "My name
is Surja Mukhi."
CHAPTER XXVIII.
IS THERE HOPE?
There was apparently no hope of Surja Mukhi's life. The _Brahmachari_,
not understanding her symptoms, next morning called in the village
doctor. Ram Krishna Rai was very learned, particularly in medicine. He
was renowned in the village for his skill. On seeing the symptoms, he
said--
"This is consumption, and on this fever has set in. It is, I fear, a
mortal sickness; still she may live."
These words were not said in the presence of Surja Mukhi.
The doctor administered physic, and seeing the destitute condition of
the woman he said nothing about fees.
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