gh collar was the most visible symbol. The word was presumably
contemptuous in its origin. It has since, however, changed its
character as so to mean anything smart and fashionable. You can live
in a _haikara_ house, you can read _haikara_ books, you can wear a
_haikara_ hat. It has become indeed practically a Japanese equivalent
for that untranslatable expression "_chic_."
* * * * *
Asako Harrington, like all simple people, had little familiarity save
with the superficial stratum of her intelligence. She lived in the
gladness of her eyes like a happy young animal. Nothing, not even her
marriage, had touched her very profoundly. Even the sudden shock of
de Brie's love-making had not shaken anything deeper than her natural
pride and her ignorance of mankind.
But in this strange, still land, whose expression looks inwards and
whose face is a mask, a change was operating. Ito left her, as he had
intended, with a growing sense of her own importance as distinct from
her husband. "I was your father's friend: we were at school together
here in Tokyo." Why, Geoffrey did not even know her father's name.
Asako did not think as closely as this. She could not. But she must
have looked very thoughtful; for when Geoffrey came in, he saw her
still sitting in the lounge, and exclaimed,--
"Why, my little Yum Yum, how serious we are! We look as if we were at
our own funeral. Couldn't you get the things you wanted?"
"Oh yes," said Asako, trying to brighten up, "and I've had a visitor.
Guess!"
"Relations?"
"No and yes. It was Mr. Ito, the lawyer."
"Oh, that little blighter. That reminds me. I must go and see him
to-morrow, and find out what he is doing with our money."
"_My_ money," laughed Asako, "Tanaka never lets me forget that."
"Of course, little one," said Geoffrey, "I'd be in the workhouse if it
wasn't for you."
"Geoffrey darling," said his wife hesitating, "will you give me
something?"
"Yes, of course, my sweetheart, what do you want?"
"I want a motor-car, yes please; and I'd like to have a cheque-book of
my own. Sometimes when I am out by myself I would like--"
"Why, of course," said Geoffrey, "you ought to have had one long ago.
But it was your own idea; you didn't want to be bothered with money."
"Oh Geoffrey, you angel, you are so good to me."
She clung to his neck; and he, seeing the hotel deserted and nobody
about, raised her in his arms and carried her bodi
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