Butterflies that change with the day. Moths which the night-air of reality blows to pieces.”
But I would not be advised.
Advice is so cheap one seldom values it. Besides, had I not lived in Japan long enough to know what I was doing?
The only soul on earth who could have deterred me was Lou, that terrible sister who, before I had come out East, had formulated so many plans for my “settling down!” Who had selected—much as she would have a bonnet or a dress, and with almost as much care—several nice girls, any one of whom she had thought would make me a good wife. But Lou was thousands of miles away—how I revelled in that fact!—and would only be made wise after the event. Now as Mousmé is looking over me as I write—she knows as much English as I Japanese—I must set down how I met her.
