face now was not reflected in that of the consul. Concern for her outweighed her fascinations for the moment.
"I—I hope so—"
She cut off his doubting incontinently.
"Sa-ay! Mebby you also don' thing he go'n' take us live in his large castle at United States America? " she challenged reproachfully.
"Did he tell you that he would that he had one?"
"No; he don' tell me—nawthing. He laugh, when I as' him, lig the house go'n' fall down. But—what you thing?"
The consul answered her quite briefly. He knew that he hurt her, but his impotent anger was at Pinkerton; he had not thought him capable of that.
"If I were to advise, I should ask you to consider seriously Yamadori's proposal, if he has really offered himself. It is a great and unusual opportunity for you—for any girl—in—in Japan."
"You—thing—those? You?"
She looked at him for an amazed and reproachful instant; then gathered her kimono in her hand, and pushed her feet into her clogs.
"Go before, Suzuki," she said gently to
