"And you think she'll have you?"
"Yaes, master-sir."
"What's her name?"
"Tominaga Koto."
"Not Koto whom I painted in the woods?" put in Taylor.
The boy nodded his head sagely.
Sinclair had grown suddenly silent. The mention of Koto's name instantly called up memories of Numè—memories that he had told himself, when at Matsushima with Cleo Ballard, would no longer cause him a pang. His voice was quite gentle as he spoke to Shiku.
"Well, go ahead and marry her, Shiku. I'll make you a gift of the money, and perhaps a trifle more."
The boy thanked him humbly, repeating over and over that he was a thousand thanks to him until before he died.
"Rum little chap that," Taylor said, as the boy left them.