at she had
to die,--for you, that you must live."

"Both are things to weep for," said the boy, and stared out straight
before him, as one seeing a long road.

Kano, returning later and finding the two together, marking as he did,
at once, with the quick eye of love, how health already cast faint
premonitions of a flush upon the boy's thin face, had much ado to keep
from crying aloud his joy and gratitude. By strong effort only did he
succeed in making his greeting calm. He used stilted, old-fashioned
phrases of ceremony to one recently recovered from dangerous illness,
and bowed as to a mere acquaintance. Tatsu, returning the bows and
phrases, escaped in a few moments to his room, and emerged no more that
day. Kano sighed a little, for the young face had been cold and stern.
No love was to be looked for,--not yet, not yet.

For a few days Tatsu did nothing but lie on the mats; or wander,
aimlessly, over the house and garden. He came whenever Mata summoned
him to meals, and ate them with old Kano, observing all outer
semblances of respect. But it seemed an automaton who sat there,
eating, drinking, and then, at the last, bowing over to the exact
fraction of an inch, each time, and moving away to its own rooms. The
old artist, mindful of certain professional warnings from the hospital
physicians, never spoke in Tatsu's presence of paintings, or of
anything connected with art. Within a few days it seemed to him that
Tatsu had begun to watch him keenly, as if expecting, every instant,
the broaching of that subject which he knew was always uppermost in the
other's mind. But the old man, for the first time in his whole life,
had begun to use tact. He never followed Tatsu to his rooms, never
intruded into those long conversations now held, many times a day,
between Mata and her young master; never even commented to Mata upon
her change of attitude. About five days after his first appearance in
the kitchen, Tatsu and the old servant left the house together, giving
Kano no hint of their destination. He watched them with a curious
expression on his face. He knew that they were to climb together to
the temple, and that it was a pilgrimage from which he was
contemptuously debarred. They returned, some hours later, and were
busied all the afternoon with the placing and decorations of an
exquisite "butsu-dan," or Buddhist shelf, on which the ihai of the dead
are placed. At the abbot's advice (and yet against all pr