“Troubled? Yes, that is so,” Keiki sighed.
“Then do, I pray you, speak your trouble to me,” said Wistaria. Immediately she threw herself at his feet, resting her hands upon his knees and raising her face upward to his. Keiki took her face in his hands. He looked deep into her love-lit eyes.
“Yes, I will tell you, little Wistaria,” he said, “though I fear you are already acquainted with my secret.”
“I am not, indeed,” she denied.
“You do not know,” he asked, sadly, “that I am of the Mori clan?”
“Of the Mori clan! And is that all that troubles you, my lord?”
“And is not that sufficiently serious?”
“No.”
“But surely you must be aware of the feud existing between the Mori and Catzu clans?”
“My lord, you and I do not constitute the Mori and Catzu clans.”