Smiling, she sighed with happiness.
“Poor Sado-ko!” she said.
His voice was earnest.
“I loved you in her, Masago.”
She smiled in sweetest confidence now.
“That is true,” she said. “I do believe it, and to-morrow—”
“To-morrow will be a golden day upon the august calendar of our lives. I love you! Men of our country do not always marry for their love, Masago, but the gods are kind, and favor us!”
“How sad,” she said, “it must be to marry one for whom we do not care!”
“It is the fate of many in our land.”
“The times change, Junzo-san. Are not conditions happier to-day?”