“How dare I swallow raw fishes!” she said shrinking.
“What delight I taste in them!” I slammed back at her timidity.
Then I dipped a few cuts of the fishes into a porcelain soy pan for my mouth.
I even trampled into her fish-dish by and by.
She was literally terrified.
The feast was over. I said, “Go yukkuri! Honourable not-to-be-in-a-hurry!” I slid away.
I tied my white apron like a shop girl. I was glad that I did not forget to push a lead-pencil through my hair. I presented myself to Ada carrying a cigarette box.
“Will you buy tobacco for your lord?”
I spread the box before her.
“How much for one packet,” she asked with the charming arrogance of a customer.