"What about supper, Yuki?"
Yuki drew him to her again, for he moved as if he would rise.
"Wait, dear, let us talk a little. Tell me, when you to Tokio came—the first time——"
"Twelve years ago, when O Yuki San was a little girl."
"Twelve years ago—there was much trouble then between foreigners and Japanese. You and your friends—had—had trouble."
Morris looked at her quickly and his eyes darkened.
"Where did you hear that?" he asked.
Yuki, carelessly: "Oh, they gossip in the market-place."
Morris rose and walked up and down the room.
"I don't know what you have heard, but I might as well tell you the whole story. I did have trouble here in Japan. One night some of us got in a mix-up—a sort of quarrel with a Japanese, and I don't know how it happened—I never have known—but I struck and killed him. It was in the dark, and I could hardly see him."