“Junzo!” She turned toward Ohano with a sudden swiftness. Her eyes were dilated with trembling excitement, “Yes, yes—pray speak on.”
Pausing, Ohano looked in astonishment at the girl’s flushing face.
“Ah, now I know why you seem changed, Masago,” she said finally. “It was thinking all night long upon your wedding. Well, who could blame a maiden for feeling and for acting somewhat—changed?”
“But tell me,” said the girl, pleadingly, “of—of Junzo. Why do you not proceed?”
“Well, we waited for him all the day, Masago, and all the—”
“You have already said that. Do proceed.”
“He did not come.”
“Not come! Why, where—”
“You hardly give me breath to speak to-day, Masago. Do not hasten my words so. I told you that I had good news for you. Be patient, as a maiden should be, and hear my story.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”