Jane was silent for a moment then—
CHAPTER XIV
NAGASAKI BY NIGHT
“I wish you wouldn’t tell me stories like that,” she suddenly broke out. “I’ll be dreaming about it all to-night.” She shuddered, and gazed at Koma-ino. “Japan seems a horribly creepy sort of place; I think I’ll make George come away to-morrow.”
“One side of it,” said Leslie, “is simply crawling; you have no idea, and I who have lived here five years have only a glimmering of the mind of the people. Do you know what I think?”
“Yes?”
“I think that in the sleeves of their kimonos—I mean their frock coats, for they’ve put off their kimonos for a while for business purposes—they are simply laughing at us.”
“At whom?”