“Perchance a deer. The parks are fully stocked, and many wander hither to my own private gardens.”
He raised her face upward between his hands, within which he framed it.
“Listen, Sado-ko. Do you forget that we made this tryst to-night for a sad purpose?”
“I have forgotten,” she murmured; and added in so soft a voice, “I would forget, dear Junzo.”
“O Sado-ko, it is sweet to be together, but sadder still than sweet, for this must be the last time.”
She shook her head.
“No, no,” she said. “I will not let you go.”
“I must go,” he said sadly.
“I will command you to stay,” she said.
“I cannot longer stay. To-morrow—”