"I do not know," said Yoné, with some truth, looking furtively about for Arisuga.
"And fully dressed?" asked the father again.
With a sigh of disgust, Yoné answered again that she did not know.
"It was an interposition of the gods."
"Yes," sighed Yoné, in her heart, "I suppose it was an interposition of the infernal gods."
For Shijiro was undoubtedly gone, not at once to return.
"The smell of fire has not even passed upon your garments," pursued the delighted parent.
"It is very strange," sighed the daughter.
"The gods love you!" declared her father.
"I suppose so," answered Yoné, indifferently, thinking of quite another escape and another love.