“There is no help for me,” she said. “I grow more melancholy each day.”
“Is it only Japan you care about leaving?”
“Japan holds all—all that is dear to me.”
“And can you enumerate them—the things that are dear to you?”
She shook her head drearily.
“No,” she said, “I cannot.”
“Yet you could stay here if you wished.”
“No. How could I?”
“Did not that young American from the consulate in Tokyo ask you to marry him? He lives here in Japan, necessarily.”
She laughed.