As the days of September pass by rapidly, there is Shri Nathji writing ghazals, meeting visitors, and trying to improve his walking. Priya Nath has been massaging Shri Nathji’s legs with olive oil with some good effect, and Shri Nathji’s general health appears to improve, although there are bouts of weakness and restlessness in the legs, and his cough appears to be getting worse and worse. “God will help you–now that the situation has become so bad.”Priya Nath is in a quandary because he does not have any confidence in his advocate who has not paid any attention to his case, and has not even read the written arguments which he sent to him. He wonders where they will go if the case goes against them. He cannot take Shri Nathji into some congested flat, which would be the only thing that they could afford, and which, too, would be very hard to find. If he booked the flat just now, and they were not evicted, then the rent would have to be paid to the flat owner. In any case all landlords in Delhi wanted huge deposits before they gave their place on rent.