“Yes, you astonished me somewhat.”
“He is not my husband at present. He is my husband from whom I have been divorced.”
“Is that so? Well?”
“That is all.”
“Well, well. By the by, I saw a fine white house by an orange orchard, which I saw on coming up here. Do you know whose residence that is?”
“It is my brother’s. We will stop there on our way home.”
“You have some business there?”
“Yes. I must do some errand there.”
We came to the craggy path; but instead of going down it, my fair guide led me by turning to the right. After a slow climb of about one hundred yards, we came to a gate. Nami-san waiving the etiquette of knocking at the front door, took me straight into the inner court, which was laid out into a fine garden fronting the main hall of the house. The garden was fenced by a mud walk beyond which extended an orange orchard sloping downward.
“Look, Sensei, isn’t this a fine view?”