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Updated: June 18, 2025
Her spirits having risen, she was correspondingly impatient of a protracted, oppressive stillness, and looked about for an interruption, and for diversion. Across from her, a celestial patrician in his blouse of purple silk and his red-buttoned cap, sat Fong Wu.
Calmed as if by a miracle, made drowsy to a point where speech was impossible, the white man, tortured but a moment before, tipped sleepily into Fong Wu's arms. The Chinese waited until a full effect was secured, when he lifted his limp patient to the blanket-covered ironing-table.
Get yourself all dressed up like a sore thumb, and then show us off in this fix!" Mutely Barbara revolved on the box she occupied. There was fire in her soft eyes; her color was high as her glance came to rest on Worth. "Fong Ling's nearly ready to serve dinner," said Ina calmly. "Stop fussing, and go wash up." "Hello, Mr. Boyne."
And there, as now, a scarlet-buttoned cap on his head, his black eyes soft with dreaming, his richly wrought sandals tapping the floor in time, his long queue a smooth, shining serpent in thick coils about his tawny neck, Fong Wu thrummed gently upon the three-stringed banjo, and, in peace, chanted into the twilight. Flying hoofs scattered the gravel on the strip of road before Fong Wu's.
The carriage, turning in at the gate, stopped the conversation, and Chrystie rose and sauntered to the top of the steps. Mother Burrage, in her new black silk mantle, bought through a catalogue, and a perfect fit, came up the path, Mark and Lorry behind her. Mark waved a greeting hand and Lorry called instructions please tell Fong to bring out something cold to drink and tell Aunt Ellen and Mrs.
After a while she began again: "Doubtless there is other wonderful knowledge, besides that about doctoring, which Chinese gentlemen possess." Fong Wu gave her a swift glance. "The followers of Laou-Tsze know many things," he replied, and moved into the shadows as if to close their talk.
Barrett said tentatively, "I have always heard that Chinese doctors give horrid things for medicine sharks' teeth, frogs' feet, lizards' tails, and and all sorts of dreadful things." Fong Wu proffered no enlightenment. "I am glad," she went on, "that I have learned better."
It looked as if it was going to be a repetition of one of those evenings in the past before they had "known how to do things," when Fong caused a diversion by appearing from the dining room bearing a tray. To regale evening visitors with refreshments had been the fashion in Fong's youth, so in his old age the habit still persisted.
Sally and I rode down to the pier in the jinrikishas that my father's secretary had had imported for us for a wedding present; and, I give you my word, the motor-boat as it slowed into the pier looked like an excursion steamer out to view the beauties of the Hudson. Everybody on board was hidden behind a newspaper. "Fong," said Sally to her jinrikisha man, "take me back to the house."
And then, just as the mustang gained the strip of road before the square-fronted house, it gave a sudden, unlooked-for, outward leap, reared with a wild snort, and, whirling, dashed past the porch riderless. With an exclamation, Fong Wu flung his banjo aside and ran to the road. There under a manzanita bush, huddled and still, lay a figure.
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