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When Ch'ing Wen heard what he wanted done she came accordingly and tucked in the covers, and, putting out her hands, she inserted them under them, and set to work to warm the bedding. "How cold your hand is!" Pao-yue laughingly exclaimed. "I told you to look out or you'd freeze!" Noticing at the same time that Ch'ing Wen's cheeks were as red as rouge, he rubbed them with his hands.
"I dare not deceive you, old gentleman, and will tell you at once that that betrothal present was not Wen's but was my unworthy friend Wei's, and came into Wen's possession in a way that I need not now explain." "Still," said King, "my cousin thinks Mr. Wen should present himself here in person and tell his own story; and I must say that I am of her opinion." "It is quite impossible that Mr.
Lin Tai-yue, the story goes, dwelt, after Ch'ing Wen's refusal, the previous night, to open the door, under the impression that the blame lay with Pao-yue.
"'The whole pond is covered with rush." "Now find the name of the rush?" Li Wan proceeded. "This must certainly be the cat-tail rush!" hastily again replied Hsiang-yuen. "Can this not be right?" "You've succeeded in guessing it," Li Wan smiled. "Li Wen's is: "'Cold runs the stream along the stones; "bearing on the name of a man of old." "Can it be Shan T'ao?" T'an Ch'un smilingly asked.
"Bring it here," she chimed in, "and let me see it! You haven't been lucky in wearing this; but never mind!" These words were still on Ch'ing Wen's lips, when the coat was handed to her. The lamp was likewise moved nearer to her. With minute care she surveyed it. "This is made," Ch'ing Wen observed, "of gold thread, spun from peacock's feathers.
These expeditions brought no important practical benefit to the south; and they were not embarked on with full force, because there was only the one court clique at the back of them, and that not whole-heartedly, since it was too much taken up with the politics of the court. Huan Wen's power steadily grew in the period that followed.
But the demon of curiosity was abroad, and alighting on the arm of Tu's chair, whispered in his ear that it might be well if he ran his eye over Colonel Wen's petition to see if there was any argument in it which he had omitted in his statement to the Board of War.
It was therefore with complete satisfaction that she left the inn in the course of the morning to pay her farewell visits to the governor and the judge of the province, who had taken an unusual interest in Colonel Wen's case since Jasmine had become his personal advocate.
Pao-yue had no alternative but to get out of the way. But in the afternoon, he gave out that he was not feeling up to the mark, and hurried back to her side again. The symptoms of Ch'ing Wen's illness were, it is true, grave; yet fortunately for her she had ever had to strain her physical strength, and not to tax the energies of her mind.
Ch'ing Wen's attention was fixedly concentrated on the representation. "Sniff a little!" Pao-yue urged. "If the smell evaporates, it won't be worth anything." Ch'ing Wen, at his advice, promptly dug out a little with her nail, and applied it to her nose. But with no effect. So digging out again a good quantity of it, she pressed it into her nostrils.
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