Ah, you makin fun ad me, she protested, begging the question.
But he still persisted, and made her repeat slowly after him, word by word, that she would remain with him till death should part them.
One day he found her laboriously occupied at her small writing-desk. Her little hand flew down the page, rapidly drawing the strange characters of her countrys letters.
What are you doing? You look as wise and solemn as a female Buddha.
Yuki carefully blotted and covered her letter. She did not answer him. Instead she held up her little stained fingers, to show him the ink on them. He sat down beside her, kissing the tips of her fingers.
To whom were you writing, fairy-sage? he said.
To whom? My brudder.
Your brother! Ah, you have a brother, have you? And where is he?
She still hesitated, and he watched her keenly.
He live ad Japan, she said, after a long moment.