"Who are they?" asked Geoffrey, glad to change the conversation.
"That's Aubrey Smith, Yaé's brother, one of the best players here, and Viscount Kamimura, who ought to be quite the best; but he has just married, and his wife will not let him play often enough."
"Oh," exclaimed Geoffrey, "he was on the ship with us coming out."
He had not recognised the good-looking young Japanese. He had not expected to meet him somehow in such a European milieu. Kamimura had noticed his fellow-traveller, however; and when the set was over and the players had changed sides, he came up and greeted him most cordially.
"I hear you are already married," said Geoffrey. "Our best congratulations!"
"Thank you," replied Kamimura, blushing. Japanese blush readily in spite of their complexion.
"We Japanese must not boast about our wives. It is what you call Bad Form. But I would like her to meet Mrs. Barrington. She speaks English not so badly."
"Yes," said Geoffrey, "I hope you will come and dine with us one evening at the Imperial."
"Thank you very much," answered the young Viscount. "How long are you staying in Japan?"
"Oh, for some months."