The train had arrived after ten, about forty minutes past its scheduled time of nine thirty. However, since it was the hot weather season, the streets were still bustling like early evening. They saw several inns directly in front of them, but to Sanshirō these looked rather expensive. He passed by the row of three-story buildings with electric lighting and strolled on. He was on unfamiliar turf and had no idea what he'd find, but he moved on toward darker quarters. The woman followed silently behind. On a relatively deserted side street, the second building from the corner had a sign advertising "Onyado Inn." The modest sign seemed befitting to both Sanshirō and the woman. He turned to consult with her, and she said it looked fine, so it was settled and he walked in. He'd intended to explain on entering that they were not a couple, but they were barraged with a rapid string of greetings. "Welcome! Come in. Show them to a room! Ume (plum) number four." Overwhelmed, the two of them said nothing as they were whisked off to their room.
They sat staring blankly at each other until the maid arrived with tea. When she brought the tea in and announced that the bath was ready, he couldn't muster the courage to tell her that the woman wasn't his wife. He excused himself, picked up his wash towel, and headed for the bathing room. It was at the end of the hallway, next to the toilet. The room was dimly lit and filthy. He took off his kimono, jumped into the tub, and thought things over. As he soaked himself and pondered the situation, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Someone was using the toilet. After the toilet, the sound of washing hands. Then the bathing room door was drawn open halfway with a creak. "Would you like me to scrub your back?" the woman asked from the doorway. Sanshirō called back in a loud voice, "No! No, I'm fine." However, instead of withdrawing, the woman entered the room and began to loosen her sash. She intended to share his bath. She seemed not the least bit inhibited. Sanshirō immediately sprang from the tub. He dried himself hastily and returned to the room, where he planted himself on a cushion and sought to regain his composure. The maid came in with the register.