A few days later Rohini
came to her father and said, "Father, I want to speak to you about a personal
"What is it, child?" asked the father.
"It may displease you" she said.
Her father assured her, "it doe matter, child.
Tell me what it is."
"I love an American, father. I want to marry him. I want your consent,
Her father was astounded.
He said, "Rohini, your brother and your mother are both dead. I had pinned all my
hopes on you. You are well versed in Indian music. I was hoping you would marry an Indian.
You can become famous in India."
"No, father. I want none of that. I have already made up my mind. Please, father
say you consent."
Coomaraswamy was pained. But Rohini's happiness was his chief concern. He said,
"May God biess you, my child" and gave his consent.