Then he took off his shoes.
A young lady took the shoes, carefully brushed them off, and put them away. Then he took off socks, followed by his trousers.
It looked as they would stay until Pat got into his Pajamas. He was in a corner.
"It seems as if this young lady wants to put me to bed right!" said Pat, with a grin.
"That's exactly what she is here for. It's a hotel custom in Japanese hotels and we get so that we don't think anything of it. They bathe in the same pool; men and women alike; and think nothing of it. After all, modesty is not entirely a matter of clothes, as the Japanese prove."
"Anyhow, that's what I call service!" said Pat with a grin.
* * * * * *
It was a cold winter night in Seoul, Korea. I had been invited to dinner at a Korean home; the home of a former Governor under the Korean regime; and now, a respected official under the Japanese rule.
I had looked forward to this dinner with unusual interest.
We took Rickshas to get there and nearly froze on the way.