The gray face of Matsuda had resumed its impassive expression, but his eyes were almost closed. He refused Madame Yamada’s invitation with a gesture and without words. When she did not attempt to press him, he moved toward the door.
“What was the effect of this marriage upon the community?” he asked, turning to the woman.
“They were righteously insulted, and pity me.”
“Was there any demonstration when she threw away the tablets?”
“Yes. Her friends and neighbors turned from her as if she were evil, as she has truly become.”
“She is, then, forsaken?”
“Punished, Excellency. She believes herself happy at present, but who envies the lot of an outcast? She is entirely friendless.”
Matsuda’s eyes turned inward, as for a space he meditated.
“Not friendless entirely,” he said, finally, tapping his own chest significantly. “She still has Matsuda Isami for friend.”
“You!” repeated Madame Yamada faintly.