As the Marquis went along elated by the wine and scattering pebbles with the tip of his walking stick, he suddenly turned to Kiyoaki: “You’re not much of one for having a good time, are you? I couldn’t tell you how many women I’d had at your age. Look here, suppose I take you with me next time? I’ll see that there are plenty of geishas there and for once you can kick up your heels. And bring along some friends of yours from school if you want.” “No, thank you.” Kiyoaki shuddered as he blurted this out.
