Bholi On Bishamber’s greedy face appeared a triumphant smile. He had gambled and won. “Give me the garland,” he announced. Once again the veil was slipped back from the bride’s face, but this time her eyes were not downcast.
She was looking up, looking straight at her prospective husband, and in her eyes there was neither anger nor hate, only cold contempt. Bishamber raised the garland to place it round the bride’s neck; but before he could do so, Bholi’s hand struck out like a streak of lightning and the garland was flung into the fire. She got up and threw away the veil. “ Pitaji !” said Bholi in a clear loud voice; and her father, mother, sisters, brothers, relations and neighbours were startled to hear her speak without even the slightest stammer.
“ Pitaji ! Take back your money. I am not going to marry this man.”