‘ .... full of whispers and of shadows,
Thou art what all the winds have uttered not,
What the still night suggesteth to the heart.’
Such is the vague Japanese beauty in my idea.”
“I am not so nobly sweet, am I?” I exclaimed.
He cast a strong look, as if he were trying to put his final judgment upon me.
He moved his brush slowly on the canvas.
I bowed a profound bow.
“Gomen kudasai!” I said.
And I laid me on the floor, stretching out my legs.