Shibusawa; or, The passing of old JapanAdams, I. William
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Shibusawa; or, The passing of old Japan
Adams, I. William
Japan -- History -- To 1868 -- Fiction
"I would rather you sat there and sang than to have arisen and
courtesied a thousand times," said Tetsutaisho, as he left the roadside
and made his way among the lilacs to where she was standing. "One does
not often have the opportunity, though the wish be constant, and the
privilege of being one of such an audience!" he continued, as he leaned
over and caressed first one and then another of the little children as
they came huddling up. "Were it not that you deserve such happiness,
Fujimoto, I might almost envy you your good fortune in being placed here
amidst such loveliness. The trees, the birds, the flowers, the
children--and, allow me, the daughter--among whom you dwell, must
certainly inspire a rare happiness."
The children had by this time scampered in all directions, and the three
elders were left to speak or go as they liked.
"Yes, honourable sir." said Fujimoto, touched not a little, "these are
truly things not to be despised. The daughter is my comfort: all are my
joy, and after all, my lot may not be a despicable one. Had I always the
favour of Sumi, god of water, my task might be lighter. Still I am
content, and happy so long as my Kinsan is spared to me."
Nothing further was said about Kinsan; the one and only object of
interest which the nobleman could have or cared to have in the humble
gardener's affairs. They walked along at Tetsutaisho's suggestion toward
the cottage, which stood some little distance farther on. When the big
officer entered the palace enclosure he had no intention of making the
gardener's family a call. In fact, he had of late almost dismissed them
from his mind; but the moment he heard Kinsan's voice the spark within
again came to life, and when he drew near and saw how modestly she sat
and how neatly she was gowned and how her eyes sparkled with life and
how the blood rose to her cheeks, his heart flamed more fiercely than
before. Tetsutaisho pondered, then said to himself:
"It is only the father who stands in my way. If I could but get his
confidence, I might then win her love. But why ask anybody's consent?
Force will get me the one thing, and--well, persistence the other. They
are both at my disposal--why delay the matter?"
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