"What? Are you able to come back again, when even I am so tired?"
But he answered without a pause:
"You are making a mistake! I have but just come, and the saviour of my comforts is as yet unknown to you."
"But, I am tired...."
"In that case, take one of these pills...."
And he handed her a packet. But she was afraid that it might be poison and placed it on the bed, contriving in the same movement to dip her fingers in the vermilion and to stroke the newcomer's head. He was even more terrible than the former, and did not cease before cock-crow.
As the old song says:
In an old stone mortar Where so many pestles have been worn away, There is need of a heavy copper hammer, Or the work is lost.
At dawn, another bonze appeared and said to them in a low voice:
"Perhaps you have had your fill. Is not my turn coming?"