Okido bowed to the floor before the illustrious Matsuda Isami. Knowing well the nature and temper of his employer, he did not waste much time upon courtesies, but went briefly to the object of his visit.
“He has returned,” he said.
“What is that you say?”
“The white beast——”
“Ah!” Matsuda’s grasp relaxed. He took several strides across the room, then stopped before an opened shoji and drummed upon the panelling.
“Well, then—what of that?” he asked.
Okido came to his elbow and whispered agitatively:
“But she will see him. It cannot be helped.”
Matsuda laughed diabolically.
“I have complete command over her eyes, my good Okido. Have you not yet observed how she is conquered?”