Makaranda remarks--

"Your story most plainly shows that Malati's affection is your own. The

soft cheek, whose pallid tint denoted love pre-conceived, is pale alone

for you; She must have seen you. Maidens of her rank do not allow their

eyes to rest on one to whom they have not already given their hearts.

And then, those looks that passed among her maidens plainly showed the

passion you had awakened in their mistress.

Then comes her foster-sister's clear enigma and tells intelligibly whose

her heart is."

Kalahansa, advancing, shows a picture and says, "This picture is the

work of hers who has stolen Madhava's heart. Mandarika gave it to me.

She had it from Lavangika, Malati painted it to amuse and relieve

distress." Makaranda says, "This lovely maid, the soft light of your

eyes, assuredly regards you bound to her in love's alliance. What should

prevent your union? Fate and love combined seem labouring to effect it.

Come, let me behold the wondrous form that works such change in you. You

have the skill. Portray her."

Madhava, in return, delineates the likeness of Malati on the same tablet

and Makaranda writes under it the following impassioned love-stanza,

"Whatever nature loveliness displays,

May seem to others beautiful and bright;

But since these charms have broken upon my gaze,

They form my life's sole exquisite delight."

Being asked by Makaranda as to how and where Malati first saw Madhava,

Mandarika says, "Malati was called to the lattice by Lavangika to look

at him as he passed the palace."

The picture is restored to Mandarika and brought back to Malati.

The mutual passion of the lovers, encouraged by their respective

confidants, is naturally increased.

Madhava thus addresses Makaranda,

"It is strange, most strange! wherever I turn, the same loved charms

appear on every side. Her beauteous face gleams as brightly as the

golden bud of the young lotus. Alas! my friend, this fascination spreads

over all my senses. A feverish flame consumes my strength. My heart is

all on fire. My mind is tossed with doubt. Every faculty is absorbed in

one fond thought.

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