“And wife?”

“Oh, jus’ liddle bit nearer.” She edged perhaps half an inch closer to him. “Wife jus’ liddle bit different from servant.”

“Look here, Mrs. Bigelow, you’re not living up to your end of the contract. You swore to honor and obey—”

She laughed mockingly.

“Yes, you did, madam!”

“I din nod. Tha’s jus’ ole Kirishitan marriage.”

He sat up amazed.

“What do you know of the Christian marriage service?”

“Liddle bit.”

“Come over here, Yuki.”