Her grey eyes opened suddenly with a look of utter content and
happiness.

"You know, Bar-ree. Oh, Bar-ree!"

His face clouded, the teasing word that rose to his lips died away
unspoken and he pressed her head against him almost roughly to
hide the look of trusting devotion that suddenly hurt him. For a
few moments she lay still, then slipped free of his arms and stood
before him, swaying slightly from side to side, her hands busily
patting her hair into order and smiling up at him happily.

"Being very rude. Forgetting honourable hospitality. You please
forgive?"

She backed a few steps toward the doorway and her pliant figure
bent for an instant in the prescribed form of Japanese courtesy
and salutation. Then she clasped both hands together with a little
cry of dismay. "Oh, so sorree," she murmured in contrition,
"forgot honourable lord forbidding that."

"Your honourable lord will beat you with a very big stick if you
forget again," said Craven laughing as he followed her into the
little room. O Hara San pouted her scarlet lips at him and laughed
softly as she subsided on to a mat on the floor and clapped her
hands. Craven sat down opposite her more slowly. In spite of the
months he had spent in Japan he still found it difficult to adapt
his long legs to the national attitude.