“Let us watch for her together, artist.”
“I would not take you from your pleasures within, my lady.”
“Nay, the pleasures without overshadow those within.”
Again she saw the anxious glance upward toward the hills, and in the darkness the Lady Fuji smiled behind her opened fan. Junzo moved downward a few steps; he paused irresolutely.
“The garden is fragrant, Lady Fuji-no. I would enjoy it for a little while.”
“And I,” said she, and went a step downward.
“But the air is chill, my lady.”
“Balmy sweet, Sir Artist.”
“Lady, your august neck and arms are bare to the night,” he said.
She drew herself up slightly, and looked down a space at her low gown.