At Gion, a quarter of the city where the Japanese dandies go to divert
themselves, I was bidden by two or three gentlemen to an entertainment
in a famous tea-house. In these sophisticated days I doubt whether such
a feast could be given. There was a company of the most fashionable
_geikos_—who in other parts, and indeed everywhere now, are called
_geisha_. In song and in story the _geiko_ of old Kiōto is celebrated as
an artist and for the willow-like beauty of her thighs—in this there is
no impropriety, for there are no femoral revelations, and the expression
simply means gracefulness. In singing and in dancing they excel all
others.
When these young ladies sat down between the guests I saw plainly that
I was an object of terror—none wished to come near me—the strange beast
frightened them; but at last the prettiest of them took to herself heart
of brass and squatted down beside me; shy and wild she was at first, but
after a while she became quite tame, like a little gazelle that feeds out
of your hand, and indeed her eyes had much the look of those of a pet
deer; if only her pretty lips had not been gilt!
In the middle of the feast the landlady, black-toothed and shaven-browed,
came in armed with a murderous-looking chopper in one hand, and in the
other a small stand upon which was placed a bean-curd cake, the dish for
which the house was famous. The cutting up of the bean-curd cake was a
science and a ceremony, always taking place in the presence of guests.
With a great assumption of dignity the old lady lifted her chopper,
and bringing it down with a great crack upon the wooden stand, from
the rebound of the blow gave a dozen or so little raps that sounded
almost like the roll of a drum, with which, as quick as thought, she
had sliced the bean-curd cake into as many little parts of almost
mathematically equal size, which were carried off to be roasted on
slender bamboo skewers. It was really a very pretty trick and received
with a loud tribute of applause, which the dear lady accepted with all
the consciousness of merit of a prima donna after the execution of a
brilliant _cavatina_.
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