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Aye, but a sair trouble she was to me; she had juist yae faut, Saunders's first wife, an' that was she was nae use ava! But it was a guid thing he was grave-digger, for he got her buriet for naething, an' even the coffin was what ye micht ca' a second-hand yin though it had never been worn, which was a wunnerfu' thing. "Woman," said the minister, "we dinna want to hear "
She had had two before, and had found them complimentary to one another and agreeable to her. She wanted to sit on Geoffrey's knee and to feel his strong arms round her. But she must not be too sudden in her advances, or she would lose him as she had lost Laking. It is easy to condemn Yaé as a bad girl, a born cocotte. Yet such a judgment would not be entirely equitable.
It is also, Geoffrey, to drive away your English spleen, and to make you into an agreeable grass-widower into whose hands I may commend this young lady, because you can dance and I cannot. My evening is complete. This is my Nunc Dimittis." He led them back to the ballroom. Then, with a low bow and a flourish of an imaginary cocked-hat, he disappeared. Geoffrey and Yaé danced together.
Like the cry of a bird in the night-time, or of a cannibal tribe on the warpath." "And is this your oriental version of Véronique?" asked his friend. "No," said Reggie, "it is a different chapter of experience altogether. Perhaps old Hardwick was right. I still have much to learn, thank God. Véronique was personal; Yaé is symbolic. She is my model, just like a painter's model, only more platonic.
"But are you sure that she wants to marry him?" said his friend; and he related his conversation with Yaé that morning. "That's very interesting and encouraging," said Her Excellency. "So she has been trying her hand on you already." "I never thought of that," exclaimed Geoffrey. "Why, she knows that Reggie is my best friend; and that I am married."
Warmth rose from the sleeping earth; and a breeze blew in from the sea, making a strange metallic rustling, which to Japanese ears is the sweetest natural music, in the gaunt sloping pine-trees, whose height in the semi-darkness was exaggerated to monstrous and threatening proportions. Geoffrey felt a little hand in his, warm and moist. "Shall we go and see Dai-Butsu?" said Yaé.
"Noo, lassie, wull ye haud yer tongue? I'm sair deeved wi' the din o' ye! Is there ony yae thing that a body may say withoot bern' interruptit? Gin it's no you wi' yer 'Grandmither! like a cheepin' mavis, it's him ower by lookin' as if ye had dung doon the Bible an' selled yersel' to Sawtan. I never was in sic a hoose.
He was scarcely thinking of the half-caste girl who clung tightly to his neck. Yaé had no interest in the Dai-Butsu except as a grand background for love-making, a good excuse for hand squeezings and ecstatic movements. She had tried it once before with her school-master lover. It never occurred to her that Geoffrey was in any way different from her other admirers.
Besides, Yaé really knows more about it than I do." So Geoffrey after a short lesson in steering, tacking, and the manipulation of the centreboard, piloted his host safely over to British Bay, the exclusive precinct of the temporary Embassy on the opposite shore of the lake. He then made his way round French Cape past Russia Cove to the wooden landing-stage of the Lakeside Hotel.
Suddenly, away to the left, lines of silver streaked the surface; and, with a clapping and dripping commotion, a flight of white geese rose. They had been dozing under the bank, and some one had disturbed them. A pale figure like a little flame was dimly discernible. "It's Yaé!" cried Reggie; and he made a noise which was supposed to be a jodel The white figure waved an answer.
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