I again demonstrated my docility, by going back among the quince, by picking up my hat, by gathering up my kits, and then walking homeward with Nami-san.
“Have you painted anything, Sensei?”
“No, I gave it up.”
“You have not painted a single picture since you came to us?”
“No, but don’t you see, O-Nami-san, I fled from Tokyo, and having come to a place like this, I must have everything ‘go as you like’.”
“Speaking of ‘go as you like,’ Sensei, life would not be worth living, unless you had it that way, wherever you happen to be. For my part, I am so unconcerned about things that I do not feel ashamed to have a scene like that seen by others.”
“No, I do not think you need be ashamed.”
“Perhaps, you are right, Sensei; but who do you think that man was?”
“Well, I should imagine he is not a very rich man.”
“Ho, ho, ho, you say right, Sensei. You are a good judge. He is in such a pinch that he can no longer remain in Japan, and he came to me for some money.”