They were on a height that towered over the water. Further down, and running off to the right, was a lower rise with no connection to their own. They could see large pines, a corner of the old estate building, tarps backing the athletic meet, and the gently sloping lawn.
"The heat that day was terrible. It was too hot in the hospital, so we came outside. -- How did you come to be there, crouched down in that spot?"
"On account of the heat. That was the day I first met Nonomiya. Afterward, I was wandering the grounds, feeling somewhat down."
"Your meeting with Nonomiya left you feeling down?"
"No, it wasn't that." Sanshirō looked at Mineko and started to explain, then suddenly jumped to a different subject. "Speaking of Nonomiya, he's hard at work today, isn't he?"
"Yes, and in fancy dress too. -- It must be killing him. And he has to be there morning to night."
"He seem quite satisfied with himself."
"Who? Nonomiya? -- You can't be serious."
"Because, officiating at an athletic meet is not something he'd find satisfaction in."
Sanshirō changed the subject again. "Earlier, he walked over to you and said something."
"During the competition?"
"Yes, by the fence surrounding the field." After speaking, Sanshirō suddenly regretted broaching this subject.
"Yes," she replied, then carefully studied his face. Her lower lip curled a bit in a hint of a smile. Sanshirō was in agony. Just as he was about to redirect the conversation, she spoke. "You haven't responded to my postcard."
Sanshirō, caught off guard, answered, "I'm going to." She didn't pursue it further.