“Well, we have not solved the question yet,” said the anxious little Countess Matsuka.
“Oh, let the artist go,” yawned one of the company, who had not yet spoken.
There was a hubbub of dissent to this.
“And leave us to the mercies of Komatzu’s dandies?”
“The artist fellow is entertaining. He is preferable to a geisha.”
“Oh, what a comparison!”
“Well, ladies,” said Madame Bara, soothingly, “you will soon be back in Tokyo.”
“Yes, thank Shaka!”
“Summer creeps.”
“The Prince Komatzu would not be flattered, ladies, at your boredom in his summer home,” said Madame Bara.