KAI LUNG'S GOLDEN HOURS
"Am I then," demanded Wang Ho, "to suffer the loss of a thousand taels and retain an inadequate and detestable burial robe that will continue to exercise its malign influence over my being?"
"By no means," replied Lin confidently. "But be warned by the precept, 'Do not burn down your house in order to inconvenience even your chief wife's mother.' Sooner or later a relation of Shen Heng will turn his steps towards your inner office. You can then, without undue effort, impose on him the thousand taels that you have suffered loss from they of his house. In the meantime a device must be sought for exchanging your dangerous but imposing-looking robe for one of proved efficiency."
"It begins to assume a definite problem in this person's mind as to whether such a burial robe exists," declared Wang Ho stubbornly.
"Yet it cannot be denied, when a reliable system is adopted in the fabrication," protested Lin. "For a score and five years the one to whom this person owes his being has worn such a robe."
"To what age did your venerated father attain?" inquired the merchant, with courteous interest.
"Fourscore years and three parts of yet another score."
"And the robe in question eventually accompanied him when he Passed Beyond?"
"Doubtless it will. He is still wearing it," replied Lin, as one who speaks of casual occurrences.
"Is he then, at so advanced an age, in the state of an ordinary existence?"
"Assuredly. Fortified by the virtue emanating from the garment referred to, it is his deliberate intention
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