As I reached the scene, a woman was talking loudly. Judging from the voice, and its resemblance to Hanako's, this was none other than the young lady of the house, the object and inspiration of Kangetsu's thwarted plunge. Regrettably, I was hearing her through the shōji and couldn't view her form. Consequently, I can't confirm that her face enshrines a large nose in its center. However, I could put two and two together. From the tone of her conversation, and the heavy nasal breathing, I was hard pressed to imagine an unassuming nose. She was talking to someone, yet no other voice was heard. This must be, I surmised, the thing they call the telephone. "Is this Yamato? I want seats for tomorrow, Uzura section, third row -- you got that? -- all set? -- You haven't got it? Is it that hard? Uzura section third row. -- What's that? -- There aren't any left? There'd better be some left. Do as I say. -- You think I'm joking? -- No one's laughing. -- Don't you mess with me. Who is this, anyway? Chōkichi? Well Chōkichi, if you can't handle this I'll speak with the mistress. Put her on. -- What? You're fully capable? -- Insolent wretch! Do you know who I am? Kaneda! -- Ha ha ha. You're well aware, are you? What kind of idiot are you? -- I'm Kaneda! -- What? - You're grateful for our patronage are you? -- Is that so? Well I don't need your gratitude. -- Is something funny? You really are a dimwit, aren't you? -- Exactly so, huh? -- Mess with me and I'm hanging up. Is that what you want? Is that okay? -- Don't go silent now. Answer me!" Chōkichi, perhaps, had had enough. There seemed to be no answer. The daughter flew into a tizzy and ground away on the bell. A small dog at her feet, startled no doubt, yapped up a ruckus. Better safe than sorry, I lept down from the veranda and stole underneath.