Okaru. By one whom you know, Master Oboshi Yuranosuke.
Heiyemon. What, by Master Yuranosuke? You have long been intimate?
Okaru. No, not at all. I have lately waited on him twice or thrice when he drank, and that was all. He says, if I have a husband, he will let me join him, and if I want to leave him, he will let me go. It is almost too good to be true.
Heiyemon. Then, does he know that you are Kanpei’s wife?
Okaru. No, he does not know it. As it would be shame to my parents and husband, how could I tell him?
Heiyemon. Humph, then, he is a libertine from his heart. It is certain that he has no wish to revenge his lord.
Okaru. Oh, but he has, brother. I cannot say it aloud. I will whisper it to you.
Recitative. She whispers to him.
Heiyemon. Humph, you really read the letter?
Okaru. I read it to the end. Then we looked at each other, face to face, and he began to banter me, and at last he talked of redeeming me.