"All men think that!" said Isonna.
"But, how can they," argued Hoshiko, "if they are not taught? How can he if I do not teach him?"
"It is born in them!"
"But how do you know?"
"I have studied," said the maid.
"Well, at all events, it was not that for which I petitioned the goddess: to tell him—that I loved him, you ignorant little animal. I asked her to tell him that he loved me!"
"Oh!" cried the maid, kowtowing. "I misunderstood."
"Now go to bed, you little scandal-monger!"
Isonna started. Her mistress recalled her.
"And—and, if there is a way of letting him know that he—"