Miss Li said to her aunt:  “I am very much upset.  I think I had better take the horse and ride on ahead.  Then I will send it back, and you and my husband can come along later.”  The young man was anxious to go with her, but the aunt and her servants engaged him in conversation, flourishing their hands in front of him and preventing him from leaving the garden.  The aunt said to him:  “No doubt my sister is dead by this time.  You and I ought to discuss together what can be done to help with the expenses of the burial.  What is the use of running off like that?  Stay here and help me to make a plan for the funeral and mourning ceremonies.”

It grew late; but the messenger had not returned.  The aunt said:  “I am surprised he has not come back with the horse.  You had better go there on foot as quickly as possible and see what has happened.  I will come on later.”

The young man set out on foot for Mrs. Li’s house.  When he got there he found the gate firmly bolted, locked and sealed.  Astounded, he questioned the neighbors, who told him that the house had only been let to Mrs. Li and that, the lease having expired, the landlord had now resumed possession.  The old lady, they said, had gone to live elsewhere.  They did not know her new address.

At first he thought of hurrying back to Hsuuan-yang and questioning the aunt; but he found it was too late for him to get there.  So he pawned some of his clothes, and, with the proceeds, bought himself supper and hired a bed.  But he was too angry and distressed to sleep, and did not once close his eyes from dusk till dawn.  Early in the morning he dragged himself away and went to the “aunt’s house.”  He knocked on the door repeatedly, but it was breakfast-time and no one answered.  At last, when he had shouted several times at the top of his voice, a footman walked majestically to the door.  The young man nervously mentioned the aunt’s name and asked whether she was at home.  The footman replied:  “No one of that name here.”  “But she lived here yesterday evening,” the young man protested; “why are you trying to deceive me?  If she does not live here, who does the house belong to?” The footman answered:  “This is the residence of His Excellency Mr. Ts`ui.  I believe that yesterday some persons hired a corner of the grounds.  I understand that they wished to entertain a cousin who was coming from a distance.  But they were gone before nightfall.”

The young man, perplexed and puzzled to the point of madness, was absolutely at a loss what to do next.  The best he could think of was to go to the quarters in Pu-cheng1, where he had installed himself when he first arrived at Ch`ang-an.  The landlord was sympathetic and offered to feed him.  But the young man was too much upset to eat, and having fasted for three days fell seriously ill.  He rapidly grew worse, and the landlord, fearing he would not recover, had him moved straight to the undertaker’s shop.  In a short time the whole of the undertaker’s staff was collected round him, offering sympathy and bringing him food.  Gradually he got better and was able to walk with a stick.