“I will implore you, then. Go not away from me, dear Junzo!”
“Have you forgotten that our tryst to-night was made to say our most sad sayonaras?”
She lifted his sleeve, and held it close against her face.
“No, no—leave me not!”
His voice was husky.
“Why, Sado-ko, to-morrow there will be an exodus from the palace. I could not stay, even if I would. Does not the Prince Komatzu journey back to Tokyo?”
“And you—you, too, will go with us,” she said.
“I?”
“I have myself asked this favor of my cousin.”
“You asked his Highness—”