Tales of Old Japan - Maybe You Like It

"Ah, sir, a nobleman like you is sure to have a beautiful wife at home;
and then you are so handsome that, of course, all the pretty young ladies
are in love with you."
"Nonsense! Why, how clever you are at flattering and paying compliments!
A pretty little creature like you was just made to turn all the
men's heads—a little witch."
"Ah! those are hard things to say of a poor girl! Who could think of
falling in love with such a wretch as I am? Now, pray tell me all about
your own sweetheart: I do so long to hear about her."
"Silly child! I'm not the sort of man to put thoughts into the heads of
fair ladies. However, it is quite true that there is some one whom I want
to marry."
At this O Koyo began to feel jealous.
"Ah!" said she, "how happy that some one must be! Do, pray, tell me
the whole story." And a feeling of jealous spite came over her, and made
her quite unhappy.
Genzaburô laughed as he answered—
"Well, that some one is yourself, and nobody else. There!" and as he
spoke, he gently tapped the dimple on her cheek with his finger; and O
Koyo's heart beat so, for very joy, that, for a little while, she remained
speechless. At last she turned her face towards Genzaburô, and said—
"Alas! your lordship is only trifling with me, when you know that
what you have just been pleased to propose is the darling wish of my
heart. Would that I could only go into your house as a maid-servant, in
any capacity, however mean, that I might daily feast my eyes on your
handsome face!"
"Ah! I see that you think yourself very clever at hoaxing men, and so
you must needs tease me a little;" and, as he spoke, he took her hand,
and drew her close up to him, and she, blushing again, cried—
"Oh! pray wait a moment, while I shut the sliding-doors."
"Listen to me, O Koyo! I am not going to forget the promise which I
made you just now; nor need you be afraid of my harming you; but take
care that you do not deceive me."
"Indeed, sir, the fear is rather that you should set your heart on others;
but, although I am no fashionable lady, take pity on me, and love me
well and long."
"Of course! I shall never care for another woman but you."
"Pray, pray, never forget those words that you have just spoken."
"And now," replied Genzaburô, "the night is advancing, and, for today,
we must part; but we will arrange matters, so as to meet again in
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