Padmani, the ideal of the poet, free and delicate and graceful in bearing, is made to be loved and is herself full of love. Her voice is low and soft, her words are gracious, her expression is sweet and gentle; she is admired by women and her friendship and presence bring heaven on earth to men. When she makes a friend of a man, it is something of a venture or a step, taken as it were out of her own circle; for women are her natural friends, and to them she turns, both out of interest and for protection. In her heart is kept one beloved alone, whom nothing can remove. Her smile for him is as the unveiling of heaven, her kind glance is a lasting impression, her sweet words ring for ever in his heart. And it is clear to all that she looks on him as her king.

She is intelligent and simple, courageous and shy, patient and enduring, constant and firm in thought; and she is moved by all things that are tender and appealing. There is a fittingness in her behavior. She has a love of order, a respect for the aged, patience and constancy in face of difficulty; and she is self-denying and unassuming throughout all. Her affections are deep, and she finds them inexpressible; but her face, her features, her glance, every word and every movement show a picture of beauty and devotion to the ideal. Rarely does one see a Padmani in life; and the man who wins her heart gains the kingdom of Indra Loka, the heaven of the Hindus.