Nagananda 2.p59

2.p59

Jímútaváhana (sighing, with a tear).
It is well guessed. (Pointing to it with his hand.) This is that very moonstone seat on which I saw the loved one; her pale face reclined upon her left shoot-like hand, and her breast heaving with deep sobs. When I delayed to soothe her, her fit of anger passed away; and her slightly-quivering lip and burst of tears betrayed the real state of her feelings. We will sit therefore on this moonstone seat.