At the onsen, when I made my way down from the third floor to the bathing area in my cotton robe, I saw Uranari again. I'm a man whose throat constricts and is rendered speechless when put on the spot in a meeting. However, I'm quite talkative under ordinary circumstances, so I made my best efforts to engage Uranari in conversation. Given his situation, I considered it my duty as a Tōkyō man to provide some words of consolation. Unfortunately, Uranari seemed unable to engage. Whatever the topic, he responded with only a simple yes or no. Even these yes or no answers seemed to tax him considerably, so finally I gave it up and politely took my leave.
I didn't see Red Shirt. There are many bathing areas, and two people arriving by the same train will not necessarily see each other in the baths, so I didn't think this in any way curious. As I left after bathing there was a wonderful moon out. Both sides of the avenue were planted with willow trees, and their branches cast curved shadows into the street. I decided to stroll a while. As I walked north and ascended to the edge of the town, I came to a large gate on my left. Through the gate, at the end of the lane, was a Buddhist temple, and on both sides of the lane were brothels. In previous times it was unheard-of to have a red-light district situated on temple grounds. I was tempted to take a look around, but Tanuki might call me out again at a staff meeting for doing so. I continued on my way. Next to the gate was a small house with a latticed window and a black shop curtain. This was where I ate dumplings and was later reprimanded. There were round paper lanterns with 'adzuki soup' and 'vegetable stew' written on them. Their light shone on the trunk of a willow that grew near the edge of the eaves. I wanted very much to stop and eat, but I held firm and kept moving.