“Kyuichi, you mean.”
“Yes Kyuichi-san.”
“You seem to know so well.”
“No, I know Kyuichi-san only by name, but nothing else about him. He seems to hate moving his lips.”
“No, he is little shy, that is all. He is a mere boy.”
“A boy? Isn’t he of about the same age as you?”
“Ho, ho, ho, you think so? He is a cousin of mine. He is going to the front, and came to say good-bye.”
“Is he stopping here?”
“No, he is staying with my brother.”
“I see. He came to take a cup of tea, then?”