“My lady,” he replied, “know you aught of this stranger?”
“He has a pretty grace,” said Wistaria, “and the bearing of one of noble rank. Have you not noted, Sir Genji, the beauty and richness of his magnificent attire?”
“I have, my lady. It is of that attire I would speak.”
“Do so at once, then.”
“It is the attire, my lady, of the Mori family.”
“The Mori! What! Our honorably hostile neighbors?”
“Exactly,” said Genji.
“Oh, dear!” murmured Wistaria, as she sank back in her cushions in troubled thought. After a moment her little black head again appeared.
“Gen,” she cried, “come hither once more.”
“My lady?”