“Look into the mirror—Sado-ko,” said she.
“Sado-ko! You call me by your name!”
“And pray you, call me—Masago.”
“Oh, no! Oh, no!”
“You will not change with me?”
“Oh, oh!” Masago had become white as death, as though she were about to faint.
“Will you not do so?” still pleaded the now almost despairing voice of Sado-ko.
“I dare not—dare not,” she murmured.
There was silence now in the room. The dim sounds of the world about them did not reach the ears of these two. Masago had reached out a trembling hand to support herself against the framework of the wall. Sado-ko watched her with a yearning, melancholy expression in her face. Suddenly she turned away.
“You were right, Masago,” she said slowly. “It could not be.” She paused, then, sighing, moved with drooping head toward the doors of the corridor.