“Yes, very soon, my Sie,” he murmured, putting his arm around her.
“I was too glad when my father told me that you had sent for me,” she whispered.
“I said: ‘How good of Koan-lo to remember me all these years.’”
“And did you not remember me, my jess’-mine flower?”
“Why need you ask? You know the days and nights have been filled with you.”
“Having remembered me, why should you have dreamt that I might have forgotten you?”
“There is a difference. You are a man; I am a woman.”
“You have been mine now for over two weeks,” said Koan-lo the Second. “Do you still love me, Sie?”
“Look into mine eyes and see,” she answered.
“And are you happy?”