“What news have you heard that has so upset you?”

Li Chia sighed, but without answering.  She questioned him again three or four times, but he was already asleep.  Unable to be indifferent to such lack of regard, she remained for a long time sitting on the edge of the bed, incapable of sleep.

In the middle of the night he awoke and gave another deep sigh; and she said to him: 

“What is this difficult matter with which my Lord is troubled?  What are these sighings?”

Li Chia threw off the blanket and seemed about to speak, but the words would not come from him.  His lips trembled like leaves, and finally he burst out sobbing.  She clasped his head with one arm and held it against her breast, trying to comfort him, and saying tenderly: 

“The love which unites us has lasted for many days, for very nearly two years.  We have overcome a thousand hardships and bitter moments, but now we are far beyond all difficulty.  Why do you show such grief to-day, when we are about to cross the river and to taste the joy of a hundred years?  There must surely be a reason.  All things are shared in common between husband and wife, in life and after death.  If anything is the matter, we must discuss it Why do you hide your sorrow from me?”

Thus urged, the young man mastered his tears and said: 

“I am crushed beneath the woe which Heaven heaps upon me.  In the generosity of your soul, you have not cast me by.  You have endured a thousand wrongs for me.  That is no merit of mine.  But I still think of my father, whose commands I am defying and that against every convention and all laws.  He is of inflexible character, and I fear that his wrath will grow double at the sight of me.  Where, then, shall we two, floating with the current, come to our anchorage?  How shall I ensure our happiness, when my father has broken with me?  To-day my friend Sun invited me to drink and spoke to me of my prospects, and what he said has pierced my heart.”

“What is my Lord’s intention?” she asked in great surprise.

“I was turning madly in the web of our affairs, when my friend Sun sketched out an excellent plan to me.  But I fear that my benefactress will refuse to allow it.”

“Who is this friend, Sun?  If his plan is good, why should I not agree to it?”

“His first name is Fu, and his family had the salt monopoly at Hsin-an.  He is a man who has Drifted-in-the-Wind and knows life.  Last night he was charmed by your pure song.  I told him where we came from, and confided the difficulties which beset our return.  Then, under the impulsion of a generous thought, he offered to give me a thousand ounces if you will marry him.  With these thousand ounces as testimony I shall be able to speak to my father.  Also I shall know that you are not without shelter.  But I cannot contain my feeling, and that is why I mourn.”

And his tears fell like a storm of rain.  Ceasing to hold his head against her breast, Shih-niang gently pushed him aside.  At last she smiled like ice and said to him: