"Yes, very much—I am sure you will be very happy with him. He is so good. No one has said anything to you about—about it, have they?" she added, anxiously, fearing perhaps the girl had heard of what Orito had told his father.
"No," she said. "No one talk of luf to Numè bud Mrs. Davees; thad is why Numè lig' to talk to you."
The American lady smiled.
"Suppose Japanese girl lig' instead some nize, pretty genleman, and she marry with some one she nod like?" She emphasized this question, and threw a charming glance at Mrs. Davis.
"Do you mean the case of a girl betrothed to one man and in love with another?"
"Ess."
"Why, I don't know what she could do then, Numè. What put such an idea into your head?"
Numè did not reply for a moment. Then she said, very shyly: "Numè not lig' the big, ugly Americazan genleman any more. I telling him so."
"Numè!"