After the ten nights of moonlight had passed， the old nurse was again sent to the palace with the usual message. This time Padmavati put saffron on three of her fingers， and again left their marks on the nurse's cheek. The minister's son explained that this was to crave delay for three days， and that on the fourth the lover would have access to her.
When the time had passed the old woman again went and inquired after her health and well-being. The princess was as usual very wroth， and having personally taken her nurse to the western gate， she called her "Mother of the elephant's trunk， [FN#61]'' and drove her out with threats of the bastinado if she ever came back. This was reported to the young statesman， who， after a few minutes' consideration， said， "The explanation of this matter is， that she has invited you to-morrow， at nighttime， to meet her at this very gate.
[FN#61] A form of abuse given to Durga， who was the mother of Ganesha （Janus）； the latter had an elephant's head.
"When brown shadows fell upon the face of earth， and here and there a star spangled the pale heavens， the minister's son called Vajramukut， who had been engaged in adorning himself at least half that day. He had carefully shaved his cheeks and chin； his mustachio was trimmed and curled； he had arched his eyebrows by plucking out with tweezers the fine hairs around them； he had trained his curly musk-coloured love-locks to hang gracefully down his face； he had drawn broad lines of antimony along his eyelids， a most brilliant sectarian mark was affixed to his forehead， the colour of his lips had been heightened by chewing betel-nut ——
"One would imagine that you are talking of a silly girl， not of a prince， fiend！" interrupted Vikram， who did not wish his son to hear what he called these fopperies and frivolities.
—— and whitened his neck by having it shaved （continued the Baital， speaking quickly， as if determined not to be interrupted）， and reddened the tips of his ears by squeezing them， and made his teeth shine by rubbing copper powder into the roots， and set off the delicacy of his fingers by staining the tips with henna. He had not been less careful with his dress： he wore a well-arranged turband， which had taken him at least two hours to bind， and a rich suit of brown stuff chosen for the adventure he was about to attempt， and he hung about his person a number of various weapons， so as to appear a hero —— which young damsels admire.
Vajramukut asked his friend how he looked， and smiled happily when the other replied "Admirable！" His happiness was so great that he feared it might not last， and he asked the minister's son how best to conduct himself？
"As a conqueror， my prince！" answered that astute young man， "if it so be that you would be one. When you wish to win a woman， always impose upon her. Tell her that you are her master， and she will forthwith believe herself to be your servant. Inform her that she loves you， and forthwith she will adore you. Show her that you care nothing for her， and she will think of nothing but you. Prove to her by your demeanour that you consider her a slave， and she will become your pariah. But above all things ——excuse me if I repeat myself too often ——beware of the fatal virtue which men call modesty and women sheepishness. Recollect the trouble it has given us， and the danger which we have incurred： all this might have been managed at a tank within fifteen miles of your royal father's palace. And allow me to say that you may still thank your stars： in love a lost opportunity is seldom if ever recovered. The time to woo a woman is the moment you meet her， before she has had time to think； allow her the use of reflection and she may escape the net. And after avoiding the rock of Modesty， fall not， I conjure you， into the gulf of Security. I fear the lady Padmavati， she is too clever and too prudent. When damsels of her age draw the sword of Love， they throw away the scabbard of Precaution. But you yawn ——I weary you ——it is time for us to move."
Two watches of the night had passed， and there was profound stillness on earth. The young men then walked quietly through the shadows， till they reached the western gate of the palace， and found the wicket ajar. The minister's son peeped in and saw the porter dozing， stately as a Brahman deep in the Vedas， and behind him stood a veiled woman seemingly waiting for somebody. He then returned on tiptoe to the place where he had left his master， and with a parting caution against modesty and security， bade him fearlessly glide through the wicket. Then having stayed a short time at the gate listening with anxious ear， he went back to the old woman's house.
Vajramukut penetrating to the staircase， felt his hand grasped by the veiled figure， who motioning him to tread lightly， led him quickly forwards. They passed under several arches， through dim passages and dark doorways， till at last running up a flight of stone steps they reached the apartments of the princess.
