The better to aid his thoughts, Mr. Fujinami drew from about his person a case which contained a thin bamboo pipe, called kiseru in Japanese, having a metal bowl of the size and shape of the socket of an acorn.  He filled this diminutive bowl with a little wad of tobacco, which looked like coarse brown hair.  He kindled it from the charcoal ember in the hibachi.  He took three sucks of smoke, breathing them slowly out of his mouth again in thick grey whorls.  Then with three hard raps against the wooden edge of the firebox, he knocked out again the glowing ball of weed.  When this ritual was over, he replaced the pipe in its sheath of old brocade.

The lawyer sucked in his breath, and bowed his head.

“In family matters,” he said, “it is rude for an outside person to advise the master.  But last night I saw a dream.  I saw the Englishman had been sent back to England; and that this Asa San with all her money was again in the Fujinami family.  Indeed, a foolish dream, but a good thing, I think!”

Mr. Fujinami pondered with his face inclined and his eyes shut.

“Ito Kun,” he said at last, “you are indeed a great schemer.  Every month you make one hundred schemes.  Ninety of them are impracticable, eight of them are foolish, and two of them are masterpieces!”

“And this one?” asked Ito.

“I think it is impracticable,” said his patron, “but it would be worth while to try.  It would without doubt be an advantage to send away this foreigner.  He is a great trouble, and may even become a danger.  Besides, the house of Fujinami has few children.  Where there are no sons even daughters are welcome.  If we had this Asa, we could marry her to some influential person.  She is very beautiful, she is rich, and she speaks foreign languages.  There would be no difficulty.  Now, as to the present, how about this Osaka business?”

“I have heard from my friend this morning,” answered Ito; “it is good news.  The Governor will sanction the establishment of the new licensed quarter at Tobita, if the Home Minister approves.”

“But that is easy.  The Minister has always protected us.  Besides, did I not give fifty thousand yen to the funds of the Seiyukwai?” said Mr. Fujinami, naming the political party then in the majority in Parliament.

“Yes, but it must be done quickly; for opposition is being organised.  First, there was the Salvation Army and the missionaries.  Now, there are Japanese people, too, people who make a cry and say this licensed prostitute system is not suitable to a civilised country, and it is a shame to Japan.  Also, there may be a political change very soon, and a new Minister.”

“Then we would have to begin all over again, another fifty thousand yen to the other side.”

“If it is worth it?”

“My father says that Osaka is the gold mine of Japan.  It is worth all that we can pay.”