“Then, my lord, he is but lately afflicted.”
“But I do not understand, then—you cannot mean—Oh no, it could hardly be so!”
“And why not, my lord? To me it seems that even the gods must needs favor you, much more an honorable mortal.”
“Your uncle favor me! It cannot be possible.”
“It is possible. It is so.”
“But he has been acquainted with me only for the past six days.”
“And does it take a year for favor to grow, when love—”
“Awakens in a day—an hour,” finished Keiki, rapturously. “No, I can see how it is possible, but I could not at once realize my good-fortune. Moreover—”
Suddenly he broke off as a melancholy shadow crept across his brow, troubling his eyes. In a sudden depression he bent forward.
“My lord is troubled? Speak to me quickly.”