“Was he not kind?” she said.
“Why did you refuse him?”
“Oh, for many reasons.”
“Tell me them.”
“He belongs to the West country, after all.”
“He does not think so. For your sake he would forswear even that.”
“Ah, but he does so, nevertheless. The gods—no, his God—fashioned him for his own land.”
“And was that the only reason why you refused him?”
“No. I do—do not—” She hesitated, and turned her head droopingly from him. “I do not love him,” she said, simply.
“You did not love Yamashiro Yoshida, yet you would have married him.”