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Updated: June 4, 2025
Her lustrous rays enshroud like light hoar-frost the jadelike balustrade. When from my dreams I wake, in the west tower, all human trace is gone. Her slanting orb can yet clearly be seen across the bamboo screen. "It doesn't sound like a song on the moon," Pao-ch'ai smilingly observed.
But scarcely had she finished, than Pao-ch'ai and Li Wan smilingly interposed. "What a dear girl!" they ejaculated. "One really can't feel angry with that hussy Feng for being partial to her and fond of her.
Not to speak of when I'm unwell, why even when I'm not, my state is such that one can see very well that there's no hope!" Pao-ch'ai shook her head. "Quite so!" she ventured. "An old writer says: 'Those who eat, live. But what you've all along eaten hasn't been enough to strengthen your energies and physique. This isn't a good thing!" Tai-yue heaved a sigh.
Hsueeh P'an was outside and happened to overhear their conversation, so with alacrity he ran over, and facing Pao-ch'ai he made a bow, now to the left and now to the right, observing the while: "My dear sister, forgive me this time. The fact is that I took some wine yesterday; I came back late, as I met a few friends on the way.
They don't resemble, besides, the ballads encountered in the 'Hsi Hsiang Chi, and 'Mou Tan T'ing, to justify us to fear that we might be setting eyes upon some corrupt text. They are quite harmless; so we'd better keep them!" Pao-ch'ai, after these arguments, dropped at length all discussion. They thereupon tried for a time to guess the stanzas.
Reader, do you wish to know what follows? if you do, the next chapter will unfold it. By a strange coincidence, Chia Pao-yue becomes acquainted with the golden clasp. In an unexpected meeting, Hsueeh Pao-ch'ai sees the jade of spiritual perception.
Pao-ch'ai played for a time with a twig of olea she held in her hand, then resting on the window-sill, she plucked the petals, and threw them into the water, attracting the fish, which went by, to rise to the surface and nibble at them.
"I'm now cogitating in my mind," she then laughingly remarked, "that as the verses we wrote yesterday treated of begonias, we should, I think, compose on this occasion some on chrysanthemums, eh? What do you say?" "Chrysanthemums are in season," Pao-ch'ai replied. "The only objection to them is that too many writers of old have made them the subject of their poems."
Saying this, she followed the winding path, and came to the Hsiao Hsiang lodge. Upon suddenly raising her eyes, she saw Pao-yue walk in. Pao-ch'ai immediately halted, and, lowering her head, she gave way to meditation for a time. "Pao-yue and Lin Tai-yue," she reflected, "have grown up together from their very infancy.
After some more gossip, each went her own way; and Pao-ch'ai, Tai-yue and the rest of the cousins returned into the garden. Pao-ch'ai then asked Tai-yue to repair with her to the O Hsiang Arbour. But Tai-yue said that she was just going to have her bath, so they parted company, and Pao-ch'ai walked back all by herself.
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