Pao-ch'in likewise made haste to add: Betimes, the hymeneal girdle it moistens. Hsiang-yuen eagerly paired it with: Oft, it freezeth on the kingfisher shoes. Tai-yue once more exclaimed with vehemence: No wind doth blow, but yet there is a rush. Pao-ch'in promptly also smiled, and strung on: No rain lo falls, but still a patter's heard.