I vacated my lodgings that very night. When I returned home and packed my things, the master's wife asked if there was some sort of problem. She said if I were upset over some matter then I should tell her so she could make things right. I was flabbergasted. How can there be so many clueless people in this world? I couldn't tell if they were throwing me out or encouraging me to stay. It was sheer madness. To have it out with these people was beneath the dignity of a Tōkyō native, so I brought in a rickshaw man and promptly took my leave.
Having taken my leave, I had no place to go. The rickshaw man asked me, "Where to?" I told him to keep quiet and follow, that he'd find out soon enough where to, and I set off at a brisk pace. I thought of going back to the Yamashiroya Inn as an expedient, but then I'd just have to relocate again. If I walked a bit I'd likely discover a sign for lodgings or other suitable accommodations. I'd accept the first thing I found as the will of heaven and make it my new home. While thinking thus and wandering through quiet and pleasant quarters, I found myself in Kajiyachō. This area was home to the estates of samurai families and not the kind of place that takes in boarders. I thought to turn back toward the livelier districts but then had a better idea. Uranari, whom I hold in the highest regard, lives in this vicinity. He's a native of this town and still resides in his ancestral residence, so he no doubt knows the particulars of the neighborhood. If I call on him, he may be able to recommend a place. Fortunately I'd visited him once before, so I could find his house without difficulty. I navigated my way there from memory and by intuition. I called out twice from the entrance, and a woman of about fifty appeared with an old-style paper lantern. I don't dislike young women, but when I see an older woman I feel an immediate sense of familiarity. Most likely my fondness for Kiyo causes me to project her character onto other older women as well. This must be Uranari's mother. She was a graceful woman with her hair loose in a widow's cut, and she bore a clear resemblance to Uranari. She invited me in, but I asked her instead to call Uranari out to the entryway. I explained my situation to him and asked if he could offer any advice. He listened sympathetically, thought for a moment, and then told me of an old couple named Hagino in the back street. There were just the two of them. They had remarked that it was wasteful to keep empty rooms and had previously requested introduction of a good boarder. Uranari didn't know if they were still willing to rent, but we could go together and ask. He kindly showed me the way.