white lotus bud on opening her eyes in the morning were to arch
her neck and see her shadow in the water, would she wonder at
herself the livelong day. But a moment after the smile passed
from her face and a shade of sadness crept into her eyes. She
bound up her tresses, drew her veil over her arms, and sighing
slowly, walked away like a beauteous evening fading into the
night. To me the supreme fulfilment of desire seemed to have
been revealed in a flash and then to have vanished. . . . But who
is it that pushes the door?


Enter CHITRA, dressed as a woman.

Ah! it is she. Quiet, my heart! . . . Fear me not, lady! I am
a Kshatriya.


Chitra

Honoured sir, you are my guest. I live in this temple. I know
not in what way I can show you hospitality.


Arjuna

Fair lady, the very sight of you is indeed the highest
hospitality. If you will not take it amiss I would ask you a
question.