I caught just a flash of her back side, a retreating figure that seemed to take flight from K's room. I asked K why he was back so soon. He told me hadn't been feeling well and had stayed home. I went to my own room and sat down, and before long the young lady appeared with tea. It was then that she finally welcomed me home. A world-wise man would have smiled and asked why she'd run away. I didn't do this. Inside, though, the matter weighed on me heavily. After a moment, she rose and returned via the veranda. However, she paused in front of K's room and exchanged a few words with him through the partition. This was a continuation of their previous conversation. Not having been privy to what preceeded, I couldn't follow what they were saying.
Over time, the young lady grew more and more nonchalant. Even when K and I were both in the house, she would approach his room from the veranda and call his name. Then she would visit with him at leisure. At times, of course, she was giving him his mail or returning his laundered clothes. Such interaction between two people in the same house was by no means unreasonable. To one such as myself though, who so strongly desired to possess this young lady exclusively, the extent of their interaction was excessive. It even seemed to me at times that she was avoiding me to frequent K's room. You may wonder why I didn't just turn K out of the house. However, I'd invested great effort to bring him in, and my purpose in doing so would all come to nought. I couldn't let this happen.