"By her own confession—now."
Her pretty laugh sifted through the shoji.
"You want me come unto you?" asked the voice beyond. "Tha' 's what I dunno."
Garland was (in his own phrase again) quite paralyzed. He might have thought, but he did not, that she was only tendering the offices of the servant they did not have; but he called out, with a mixture of bravado and trembling which alarmed them both:
"Yes; come in!"
The damaged shoji slid haltingly aside, and she entered very slowly and softly, and he thought of the pictures of the returning Sun-Goddess as she came through the opening and down the burst of light it let in. As she prostrated herself Garland noticed that her hair had been newly dressed (an operation of several hours), and that she wore a dainty blue kimono, too gay for any but a geisha to wear. But it became her royally.
"You look more than ever like a picture on a fan," greeted Garland, with even more admiration in his eyes than in his voice.
Instead of being pleased, as any other Japanese girl would have been, Purple-Eyes slowly shook her head.
