At the light touch of his lips on her hand Numè's confidence returned. She smiled, shyly, at him. Orito was the first to speak.
"You are not much changed, Numè," he said. "You look just as I expected you would—and—and you are still a child."
Numè opened her little fan, and then closed it with a swing.
"And you, I thing you so changed that you must be Americazan," she said, shyly.
They sat and talked very politely to each other for some time, neither of them alluding to their proposed marriage; in fact, both of them seemed anxious to steer away from the subject altogether. Orito addressed her in Japanese, but she, with a strange wish to show off to him her pitifully limited knowledge of the language of which she was extremely proud, answered him in English.
Mrs. Davis drew Numè into the next room, before she left, and raising her little flushed face, looked down into her eyes as though she would fain have discovered what was going on in her little heart.
"Are you disappointed, dear?"
"No; me?—I am vaery joyous," the girl answered, candidly.