The king asked how that was, upon which the parrot related - There was a wheelwright in the town of Yauvanasri named Mandamati (Dull-wit). He knew his wife was false, but had never seen her, with his own eyes, with her lover in the same place. Then the wheelwright saying that he was going to a village set out, but after having gone some way, he returned secretly and hid himself in his house under the cot. Now the wife of the wheelwright, confident that he had gone to another village, called her lover just in the evening. Thereafter, as she was sporting heartily with him on the cot, she got a slight touch of his (the wheelwright's) body as he lay under the cot, and feeling sure that it was her husband, became disconcerted. Thereupon the gallant asked her - Why don't you sport with me lustily today but appear to be bewildered? To this she replied - You are quite ignorant of the truth. He who is the lord of my life, and with whom I have been in friendship from childhood has gone to a village. Without him, this village, although full of people, is to me as a desert. How has he fared in that strange place? What has he eaten? How has he managed for his bedding? - with such thoughts is my mind distracted. What then, asked the gallant, is that wheelwright such an object of love to you? The whore replied - You blockhead, why do you chatter thus? Listen - She, who, although addressed in harsh words or looked at with angry eyes, receives her husband with a cheerful countenance, is the abode of dharmic merit.