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Chao and all that company will, when they see that the vase hails from these rooms, surely again foster evil designs, and they won't feel happy until they've done all they can to spoil it! Besides, Madame Wang doesn't trouble herself about such things. So had we not as well bring it over a moment sooner?" Hearing this, Ch'ing Wen threw down her needlework.
"She hasn't snapped her hands, so bid her go herself and fetch them!" "I'm feeling tired," interposed Ch'ing Wen, as she laughingly leant on the bed. "I'll therefore tear some more to-morrow again." "An old writer says," added Pao-yue with a smile, "'that a thousand ounces of gold cannot purchase a single laugh'! What can a few fans cost?" After moralising, he went on to call Hsi Jen.
"Are there any evil spirits waiting for you outside?" Ch'ing Wen smiled. "It's sure to be bright moonlight out of doors," Pao-yue observed, "so go, while we continue our chat." So speaking, he coughed twice. She Yueeh opened the back-door, and raising the woollen portiere and looking out, she saw what a beautiful moonlight there really was.
Ch'ing Wen seated herself round a warming-frame. "Now," She Yueeh smiled, "you're not to put on the airs of a young lady! I advise you to also move about a bit." "When you're all clean gone," Ch'ing Wen returned for answer, "I shall have ample time to budge. But every day that you people are here, I shall try and enjoy peace and quiet."
After some cogitation, Pao-yue stretched out his hand and, laying hold of a couple of handkerchiefs, he threw them to Ch'ing Wen. "These will do," he smiled. "Just tell her that I bade you take them to her." "This is strange!" exclaimed Ch'ing Wen. "Will she accept these two half worn-out handkerchiefs! She'll besides get angry and say that you were making fun of her."
"What you say is perfectly right," she assented, "so you'd better let me go and fetch it." "I'll, after all, go for it." Ch'iu Wen cried. "You can go and get that tray of yours!" "You should let me once go for something!" Ch'ing Wen pleaded. "Whenever any lucky chance has turned up, you've invariably grabbed it; and can it be that you won't let me have a single turn?"
She was just standing in the court giving vent to her wrongs, shouting: "You're always running over and seating yourself here, whether you've got good reason for doing so or not; and there's no sleep for us at the third watch, the middle of the night though it be," when, all of a sudden, she heard some one else calling at the door. Ch'ing Wen was the more moved to anger.
Have I hitherto laughed and smirked with you? There's that whole lot of girls, go and ask them about it!" At this suggestion, Ch'ing Erh made her escape.
What rejoinder old lady Chia made to lady Feng, at the close of her representations, is not yet ascertained; so, reader, listen to the explanations you will find given in the next chapter. The beautiful P'ing Erh endeavours to conceal the loss of the bracelet, made of work as fine as the feelers of a shrimp. The brave Ch'ing Wen mends the down-cloak during her indisposition.
"Pao-yue is here," Ch'ing Wen answered. "But mind, if you bawl and shout like that, you'll give him a start." The women promptly laughed. "We had no idea," they said, "that we were coming, at a great festive time like this, to bring trouble upon ourselves! What a lot of hard work must day after day fall to your share, young ladies." Speaking the while, they drew near.
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