He undid the clinging arms about his neck, and stood as though plunged deep in moody thought. When his father and brother came into the room, he did not lift his head.
“Junzo, do you know your brother?” asked the youth Okido, stepping to his side.
Junzo raised his head.
“Why, yes, you are my younger brother, Kido-sama. Good morning!”
“Oh, ani-san!” cried the youth, in mournful tones. “How strangely you speak, how strangely you look!”
“Son,” said the father, sternly, laying his hands on Junzo’s shoulder, “it is your father speaking now. I named you Junzo (obedience). From youth you have obeyed my voice. Now come! I bid you go to your chamber. There you shall lie, your mother and young sister will attend you, and Kido here shall hasten for a learned doctor, a foreign man of science lately come to Kamakura. You are distraught and ill.”
“But I am well, most honored parent.”
“I say that you are ill.”
“I am quite well, excellent father, and I must go at once to Tokyo.”
“I command obedience to my will! Come, Junzo!”