When a certain student of history reached this episode he wrote a verse or two:— Just introduce a woman, Conspiracies succeed; Of soldiers, or their weapons, There really is no need. They fought their bloody battles, And doughty deeds were done; But in a garden summer house The victory was won. The order was given to journey to Meiwu and the whole body of officers assembled to add lustre to the start. Cicada, from her carriage, saw Lü Pu among the crowd. She at once dropped her eyes and assumed an appearance of deepest melancholy. After the cavalcade started and when her carriage had almost disappeared in the distance, the disappointed lover reined in his steed on a mount whence he could watch the dust that rose around it. Unutterable sadness filled his heart. Suddenly a voice said, “Why do you not accompany the Minister, Marquis, instead of standing here and sighing?” It was Wan Yün. “I have been confined to the house by illness these few days,” continued he, “so I have not seen you. But I had to struggle out to-day to see the Minister set off. This meeting is most fortunate. But why were you sighing?” “Just on account of that damsel of yours,” said Lü Pu. Feigning great astonishment he said, “So long a time and yet not given to you!” “The old ruffian has fallen in love with her himself.” “Surely this cannot be true.” Lü Pu related the whole story while Wang Yün listened, silent, but stamping on the ground as with irritation and perplexity. After a long time he said, “I did not think he was such a beast.” Taking Lü Pu by the hand he said, “Come to my house and we will talk it over.” So they went away together to the house and retired to a secret room. After some refreshments, Lü Pu told the whole story of the episode in the garden just as it happened. “He seems to have corrupted my little girl and has stolen your wife. He will be an object of shame and ridicule to the whole world. And those who do not laugh at him will laugh at you and me. Alas! I am old and powerless and can do nothing. More’s the pity! But you, Commander, you are a warrior, the greatest hero in the world. Yet you have been put to this shame and exposed to this contempt.” A wave of fierce wrath rolled up in Lü Pu. Banging the table he shouted and roared. His host ostentatiously tried to calm him saying, “I forgot myself. I should not have spoken like that. Do not be so angry, I pray.” “I will kill the wretch, I swear it. In no other way can I wash away my shame.” “No, no! Do not say such a thing,” said Wang, putting his hand over the other’s mouth. “You will bring trouble on poor me.” “When a man is born great he cannot be patient for long under another man’s domination,” said Lü Pu. “It needs some one greater than the Minister to limit the scope of such talents as yours.”