CHAPTER IX.
THE TEA-HOUSE.
In one of the suburbs of Osaka, not far from the beach whose whitesandy slope stretches down to the sea, stood an immense building, whoseroofs, of various heights, rose far above the level of the neighboringhouses. The front of this edifice opened full upon a busy street,always crowded, and full of noise and confusion.
The first floor had a series of broad windows, closed by gay-coloredblinds, which were often opened wide by a push from one of theinquisitive young women whose peals of laughter rang upon the air.
At the corners of the various roofs banners floated and largelozenge-shaped lanterns swung; the ground-floor consisted of a widegallery open to the street and protected from the sun and wind by alight roof. Three big black characters, inscribed on a gilded panel,formed the sign of the establishment, and ran as follows,--"TheDay-Break Inn. Tea and Saki."
Towards noon the balcony was crowded with customers; they sat withcrossed legs upon the mat which covered the floor; they drank saki, orhid their faces in the cloud of steam rising from the cup of tea, uponwhich they blew lustily, to cool it. Women, coquettishly arrayed andcarefully painted, moved gracefully about from group to group, carryingthe hot drink. In the background you might see smoking stoves andpretty china cups and dishes arranged upon sets of red lacquer shelves.
Every moment fresh passers-by, cango-bearers, and men carrying burdenswould stop, ask for a drink, pay, and hurry off again.
Sometimes a quarrel would arise in front of the inn and degenerate intoa brawl, to the great delight of the patrons.
For instance, a pedler ran against a dealer in shells and cuttle-fish;his basket of wares was upset, and all the fish fell to the ground androlled in the dirt.
High words rained on either side, traffic was hindered, a crowdcollected and took sides with one or the other of the contendingparties, and soon two hostile armies were ready to try the fate of arms.
But a shout arose: "The cable! the cable! Don't fight; bring a cable!"
Some of the spectators hurried off, bustled into one house afteranother, and at last, finding what they wanted, came running back witha large rope.
Then the lookers-on took up their stand in front of the houses, leavinga free space for those who were to struggle. The latter seized the ropein both hands, there being fifteen on each side, and began to pull withall their might and main. The rope stretched and shook, then held firm.
"Courage! Hold tight! Don't let go!" was the cry on every side.
However, after struggling long against fatigue, one of the partiessuddenly let go the rope. The victors fell all together in a heap,with their legs in the air, amidst the shouts and laughter of themob, who ran to their rescue. They were helped to their feet, and areconciliation was signed and sealed by copious draughts of saki.
The inn was thronged, and the maids were beside themselves with such anoverflow of custom.
Just then an old man, leading a girl by the hand, contrived to stop awaitress as she passed, and catch her by the sleeve.
"I want to speak to the master of this establishment," he said.
"You choose your time well," said the girl, with a roar of laughter.
By a sudden movement she freed herself, and was gone before the old mancould add another word.
"I will wait," said he.
A cask of saki was staved in, and the jolly drinkers talked and laughednoisily.
But all at once silence fell upon them; the shrill sound of a flute andthe music of a stringed instrument were heard. The sounds came from therooms above.
"Listen! listen!" was the general cry.
Some of the passers stopped to hear. The sound of a woman's voice washeard. The words of the song were clearly audible:--
"When Iza-Na-Gui descended to earth, his companion, Iza-Na-Mi, met him in a garden.
"'How delightful to meet such a handsome young man!' she exclaimed.
"But the God, in displeasure, replied: 'It is not fitting for the woman to speak first; meet me again.'
"They parted, and they met each other once more.
"'How agreeable to meet such a lovely girl!' said Iza-Na-Gui.
"Which of the two spoke first?'"
The voice ceased; the accompaniment went on for a few moments more.
A discussion ensued among the drinkers; they replied to the questionasked by the singer.
"Of course the God was saluted first," said some.
"No, no! It was the Goddess!" shouted others. "The will of the Godcancelled the first salutation."
"Did he cancel it?"
"To be sure I to be sure! They began again, as if nothing had everhappened."
"Which does not annul what had occurred; and so the woman spoke first."
The argument threatened to wax warm; but all ended by a larger numberof cups being emptied. Soon the throng thinned off, and the tavern grewquiet again.
A servant woman then noticed the old man leaning against an uprightpost, and still holding the young girl by the hand.
"Do you want a cup of tea or saki?" asked the woman.
"I wish to speak to the keeper of the tea-house," answered the man.
The servant looked at the old man. His head was covered with a largehat of woven reeds, like the cover of a round basket; his costume,much worn, was of brown cotton. He held in his hand a fan, on whichwas marked the road from Yeddo to Osaka, the distance from one villageto another, the number and importance of the inns, etc. The woman thenexamined the young girl. She was shabbily dressed. Her robe, of fadedblue, was torn and dirty; a fragment of white stuff twisted about herhead partially concealed her face. She leaned on a black-and-red paperparasol, torn in various places; but she was strangely beautiful andgraceful.
"Have you come to make a sale?" asked the maid of the inn.
The old man made a sign that he had.
"I will tell the master."
She went off, and soon returned. The master followed her.
He was a man of repulsive plainness. His little squinting black eyeswere scarcely visible between the narrow fissure of his absurdlywrinkled eyelids; his mouth, widely removed from his long, thin nose,destitute of teeth and adorned with a few stiff sparse hairs, gave asly and mean expression to his pock-marked countenance.
"You want to get rid of that young woman?" said he, rolling oneeyeball, while the other one disappeared round the corner of his nose.
"To get rid of my child!" screamed the old man. "I only consent to partfrom her to protect her from misery and want."
"Unfortunately I have more women now than I need; and they are everyone of them quite as pretty as she is. My house is entirely full."
"I will look elsewhere," said the old man, making a pretence of going.
"Don't be in such a hurry," said the landlord; "if your demands are nottoo extravagant, perhaps we can come to terms."
He made the man a sign to follow him into the entrance hall from whichhe had just come; this hall looked out on a garden, and was quite empty.
"What can your girl do, I say?" asked the frightful squint-eyed fellow.
"She can embroider, she can sing, and play on several instruments; shecan even compose a quatrain at a pinch."
"Ah-ha! is that so? And how much do you want for her?"
"Four kobangs."
The innkeeper was about to exclaim, "No more!" but he restrainedhimself.
"That's exactly what I was going to offer you," said he.
"Well, it's a bargain," said the old man; "I hire her to you to dowhatever you bid her, for a term of twenty years."
The buyer hurriedly brought brushes and a roll of paper, and drew up abill of sale, which the old man readily signed.
The young girl meantime stood like a statue; she did not waste a lookon the old man, who pretended to wipe away a tear as he pocketed thekobangs.
Before leaving, he bent towards the innkeeper's ear and whispered:"Keep your e
ye on her; watch her well; she will try to escape."
Then he quitted the Day-Break Tea-house; and whoever saw him, as heturned the corner of the street, change his pace, rubbing his hands andoutstepping the nimblest, might well have suspected the reality of hisold age and his white beard.