Sanshirō looked down at the two of them from above. They emerged from among the branches and stepped into the bright sun. If he kept quiet, they would walk on without noticing. He thought to call out to them, but decided he should move closer. He took several quick steps across the grass, descending toward the foot of the hill. As he started down, one of them happened to glance his way. Sanshirō stopped. In truth, he wasn't in a mood to engage with ladies. The track and field competition had left him a little sour.
"Of all places ..." Yoshiko called out. She laughed in surprise. This girl seemed to find great fascination in even the most mundane things. At the same time, one could imagine her shrugging off the exotic as though it were commonplace. Her manner was never oppressive, and she always put one at ease. As he stood there, it struck Sanshirō that this disposition must spring from those large black eyes and their lustrous pupils.
Mineko stopped too. She looked at Sanshirō. In her eyes, for the first time, was no sense of silent appeal. She could as well have been gazing up at a tall tree. In Sanshirō's mind, he was viewing an extinguished lamp. He remained where he was, riveted. Mineko didn't move either.
"Why aren't you watching the games?" Yoshiko inquired from below.
"I was watching, but I lost interest, so I came up here."
Yoshiko turned back toward Mineko. Mineko showed no reaction.
"And what about you two?" Sanshirō continued, "It seemed you were awfully taken with the athletics." He spoke in a strong voice, tinged with a hint of censure. This time, Mineko smiled faintly in response. Sanshirō didn't know how to read her smile. He took a few steps closer.