Abinash, my dear, let us have our little conference in private.

But his aunt said: Abinash, my dear, what are you running away for?

"Look, Hemo," said she, "what a beautiful ring my Abinash brought for you."

He added, 'I am glad that you have allowed Abinash to visit me, and that you and your wife have accompanied him.'

"Kumo," she repeated again and again, "don't say a word about this childish freak to Abinash.

It was on a lazy summer afternoon, as Abinash and I sat together in the compound of my home, that he put this intriguing question.