Kacha
I feared lest the Master, the teacher of the Titans, those rivals of the Gods, should refuse to accept me for a disciple.
Devayani
But he could not refuse me when I pleaded your cause, so greatly he loves his daughter.
Kacha
Thrice had the jealous Titans slain me, and thrice you prevailed on your father to bring me back to life; therefore my gratitude can never die.
Devayani
Gratitude! Forget all—I shall not grieve. Do you only remember benefits? Let them perish! If after the day’s lessons, in the evening solitude, some strange tremor of joy shook your heart, remember that—but not gratitude. If, as some one passed, a snatch of song got tangled among your texts or the swing of a robe fluttered your studies with delight, remember that when at leisure in your Paradise. What, benefits only!—and neither beauty nor love nor…?