He dropped her hands. She could hear his quickened breath. In the shadow he could not see her face. How could he have guessed that Sado-ko was jealous of her very self?
“Why did you drop my hands?” she asked.
He seemed to be in painful thought. His voice was husky when he spoke:—
“Your words, Masago, start bitter recollections in my mind.”
“Bitter?” she repeated softly.
“Bitter, bitter,” he replied.
She broke his thought, with a timid question.
“Junzo, this is our wedding-eve. Confide in me.”
He moved from her a step, and stood in indecisive silence. Then:—
“There is nothing to confide.”