"Yes."

"They say you sing in the bath before you go to bed."

"Really! They accuse me of having such bad manners?" The voice was astonishingly beautiful.

"I feel I know everything about you."

"Oh? And have you asked Komako, then?"

"She won"t say a thing. She seems to dislike talking about you."

"I see." Yoko turned quickly away. "Komako is a fine person, but she"s not been lucky. Be good to her." She spoke rapidly, and her voice trembled very slightly on the last words.

"But there"s nothing I can do for her."

It seemed that the girl"s whole body must soon be trembling. Shimamura looked away, fearful that a dangerous light would be breaking out on the too-earnest face.

He laughed. "I think I"d best go back to Tokyo soon."

"I"m going to Tokyo myself."

"When?"

"It doesn"t matter."

"Shall I see you to Tokyo when I go back?"

"Please do." The seriousness was intense, and at the same time her tone suggested that the matter was after all trivial. Shimamura was startled.

"If it will be all right with your family."

"The brother who works on the railroad is all the family I have. I can decide for myself."

"Have you made arrangements in Tokyo?"

"No."

"Have you talked to Komako, then?"

"To Komako? I don"t like Komako. I haven"t talked to her."

She looked up at him with moist eyes-a sign perhaps that her defenses were breaking down-and he found in them an uncanny sort of beauty. But at that moment his affection for Komako welled up violently. To run off to Tokyo, as if eloping, with a nondescript woman would somehow be in the nature of an intense apology to Komako, and a penance for Shimamura himself.

"It doesn"t frighten you to go off alone with a man?"

"Why should it?"

"It doesn"t seem dangerous to go to Tokyo without at least deciding where you will stay and what you might want to do?"

"A woman by herself can always get by." There was a delicious lilt in her speech. Her eyes were fixed on his as she spoke again: "You won"t hire me as a maid?"

"Really, now. Hire you as a maid?"

"But I don"t want to be a maid."

"What were you in Tokyo before?"

"A nurse."

"You were in a hospital? Or in nursing school?"

"I just thought I"d like to be a nurse."

Shimamura smiled. This perhaps explained the earnestness with which she had taken care of the music teacher"s son on the train.

"And you still want to be a nurse?"

"I won"t be a nurse now."

"But you"ll have to make up your mind. This indecisiveness will never do."

"Indecisiveness? It has nothing to do with indecisiveness." Her laugh threw back the accusation.

Her laugh, like her voice, was so high and clear that it was almost lonely. There was not a suggestion in it of the dull or the simple-minded; but it struck emptily at the sh.e.l.l of Shimamura"s heart, and fell away in silence.

"What"s funny?"

"But there has only been one man I could possibly nurse."

Again Shimamura was startled.

"I could never again."

"I see." His answer was quiet. He had been caught off guard. "They say you spend all your time at the cemetery."

"I do."

"And for the rest of your life you can never nurse anyone else, or visit anyone else"s grave?"

"Never again."

"How can you leave the grave and go off to Tokyo, then?"

"I"m sorry. Do take me with you."

"Komako says you"re frightfully jealous. Wasn"t the man her fiance?"

"Yukio? It"s a lie. It"s a lie."

"Why do you dislike Komako, then?"

"Komako." She spoke as if calling to someone in the same room, and she gazed hotly at Shimamura. "Be good to Komako."

"But I can do nothing for her."

There were tears in the corners of Yoko"s eyes. She sniffled as she slapped at a small moth on the matting. "Komako says I"ll go crazy." With that she slipped from the room.

Shimamura felt a chill come over him.

As he opened the window to throw out the moth, he caught a glimpse of the drunken Komako playing parlor games with a guest. She leaned forward half from her seat, as though to push her advantage home by force. The sky had clouded over. Shimamura went down for a bath.

In the women"s bath next door, Yoko was bathing the innkeeper"s little daughter.

Her voice was gentle as she undressed the child and bathed it-soothing and agreeable, like the voice of a young mother.

Presently she was singing in that same voice: "See, out in back, Three pears, three cedars, Six trees in all.

Crows" nests below, Sparrows" nests above.

And what is it they"re singing?

"Hakamairi itch, itch, itch ya." "

It was a song little girls sang as they bounced rubber b.a.l.l.s. The quick, lively manner in which Yoko rolled off the nonsense-words made Shimamura wonder if he might not have seen the earlier Yoko in a dream.

She chattered on as she dressed the child and led it from the bath, and even when she was gone her voice seemed to echo on like a flute. On the worn floor of the hallway, polished to a dark glow, a geisha had left behind a samisen box, the very embodiment of quiet in the late autumn night. As Shimamura was looking for the owner"s name, Komako came out from the direction of the clattering dishes.

"What are you looking at?"

"Is she staying the night?"

"Who? Oh, her. Don"t be foolish. You think we carry these with us wherever we go, do you? Sometimes we leave them at an inn for days on end." She laughed, but almost immediately she was breathing painfully and her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Dropping her long skirts, she fell against Shimamura. "Take me home, please."

"You don"t have to go, do you?"

"It"s no good. I have to go. The rest went on to other parties and left me behind. No one will say anything if I don"t stay too long-I had business here. But if they stop by my house on their way to the bath and find me away, they"ll start talking.

Drunk though she was, she walked briskly down the steep hill.

"You made that girl weep."

"She does seem a trifle crazy."

"And do you enjoy making such remarks?"

"But didn"t you say it yourself? She remembered how you said she would go crazy, and it was then that she broke down-mostly out of resentment, I suspect."

"Oh? It"s all right, then."

"And not ten minutes later she was in the bath, singing in fine voice."

"She"s always liked to sing in the bath."

"She said very seriously that I must be good to you."

"Isn"t she foolish, though? But you didn"t have to tell me."

"Tell you? Why is it that you always seem so touchy when that girl is mentioned?"

"Would you like to have her?"

"See? What call is there for a remark like that?"

"I"m not joking. Whenever I look at her, I feel as though I have a heavy load and can"t get rid of it. Somehow I always feel that way. If you"re really fond of her, take a good look at her. You"ll see what I mean." She laid her hand on his shoulder and leaned toward him. Then, abruptly, she shook her head. "No, that"s not what I want. If she were to fall into the hands of someone like you, she might not go crazy after all. Why don"t you take my load for me?"

"You"re going a little too far."

"You think I"m drunk and talking nonsense? I"m not. I would know she was being well taken care of, and I could go pleasantly to seed here in the mountains. It would be a fine, quiet feeling."

"That"s enough."

"Just leave me alone." In her flight, she ran into the closed door of the house she lived in.

"They"ve decided you"re not coming home."

"But I can open it." The door sounded old and dry as she lifted it from the groove and pushed it back.

"Come on in."

"But think of the hour."

"Everyone will be asleep."

Shimamura hesitated.

"I"ll see you back to the inn, then."

"I can go by myself."

"But you haven"t seen my room."

They stepped through the kitchen door, and the sleeping figures of the family lay sprawled before them. The thin mattresses on the floor were covered with cheap striped cloth, now faded, of the sort often used for "mountain trousers." The mother and father and five or six children, the oldest a girl perhaps sixteen, lay under a scorched lampshade. Heads faced in every direction. There was drab poverty in the scene, and yet under it there lay an urgent, powerful vitality.

As if thrown back by the warm breath of all the sleepers, Shimamura started toward the door. Komako noisily closed it in his face, however, and went in through the kitchen. She made no attempt to soften her footsteps. Shimamura followed stealthily past the children"s pillows, a strange thrill rising in his chest.

"Wait here. I"ll turn on the light upstairs."

"It"s all right." Shimamura climbed the stairs in the dark. As he looked back, he saw the candy shop beyond the homely sleeping faces.