Pao-ch'ai avails herself of the excuse afforded her by a fan to administer a couple of raps. While Ch'un Ling traces， in a absent frame of mind， the outlines of the character Ch'iang， a looker-on appears on the scene.
Lin Tai-yue herself， for we will now resume our narrative， was also， ever since her tiff with Pao-yue， full of self-condemnation， yet as she did not see why she should run after him， she continued， day and night， as despondent as she would have been had she lost some thing or other belonging to her.
Tzu Chuean surmised her sentiments. "As regards what happened the other day，" she advised her， "you were， after all， Miss， a little too hasty； for if others don't understand that temperament of Pao-yue's， have you and I， surely， also no idea about it？ Besides， haven't there been already one or two rows on account of that very jade？"
"Ts'ui！" exclaimed Tai-yue. "Have you come， on behalf of others， to find fault with me？ But how ever was I hasty？"
"Why did you，" smiled Tzu Chuean， "take the scissors and cut that tassel when there was no good reason for it？ So isn't Pao-yue less to blame than yourself， Miss？ I've always found his behaviour towards you， Miss， without a fault. It's all that touchy disposition of yours， which makes you so often perverse， that induces him to act as he does."
Lin Tai-yue had every wish to make some suitable reply， when she heard some one calling at the door. Tzu Chuean discerned the tone of voice. "This sounds like Pao-yue's voice，" she smiled. "I expect he's come to make his apologies."
"I won't have any one open the door，" Tai-yue cried at these words.
"Here you are in the wrong again， Miss，" Tzu Chuean observed. "How will it ever do to let him get a sunstroke and come to some harm on a day like this， and under such a scorching sun？"
Saying this， she speedily walked out and opened the door. It was indeed Pao-yue. While ushering him in， she gave him a smile. "I imagined，" she said， "that you would never again put your foot inside our door， Master Secundus. But here you are once more and quite unexpectedly！"
"You have by dint of talking，" Pao-yue laughed， "made much ado of nothing； and why shouldn't I come， when there's no reason for me to keep away？ Were I even to die， my spirit too will come a hundred times a day！ But is cousin quite well？"
"She is，" replied Tzu Chuean， "physically all right； but， mentally， her resentment is not quite over."
"I understand，" continued Pao-yue with a smile. "But resentment， for what？"
With this inquiry， he wended his steps inside the apartment. He then caught sight of Lin Tai-yue reclining on the bed in the act of crying. Tai-yue had not in fact shed a tear， but hearing Pao-yue break in upon her， she could not help feeling upset. She found it impossible therefore to prevent her tears from rolling down her cheeks.
Pao-yue assumed a smiling expression and drew near the bed. "Cousin， are you quite well again？" he inquired.
Tai-yue simply went on drying her tears， and made no reply of any kind.
Pao-yue approached the bed， and sat on the edge of it. "I know，" he smiled， "that you're not vexed with me. But had I not come， third parties would have been allowed to notice my absence， and it would have appeared to them as if we had had another quarrel. And had I to wait until they came to reconcile us， would we not by that time become perfect strangers？ It would be better， supposing you wish to beat me or blow me up， that you should please yourself and do so now； but whatever you do， don't give me the cold shoulder！"
