“True. In the years to come they will still improve, and if the gods grant us honorable offspring—”
“What is that?” she cried, starting from him suddenly. “I thought I heard one moving—and see, oh, look, there is a shadow on the shoji wall!”
“Where?”
“Over there! See, it is moving now. Some one is upon our balcony. Oh, Junzo!”
She clung to him in a shivering panic of fear.
“Do not tremble so, Masago. Some foolish listening servant, that is all! One moment, we will see!”
He started to cross the room to the opposite side, but she clung to him with nervous apprehension.
“No, no—I am fearful!” she whispered.
“But some one is without. I too saw and see the shadow of the form. Why should our simple courtship be spied upon? Let me see who it is, Masago?”
They were speaking in whispers. The girl was trembling with fright.