True devotion to scholarship meant a life of austerity, away from the lure of worldly affairs. For a man like Nonomiya, whose work was known internationally, to reside in ordinary student housing was an act of great professional dedication. The poorer the housing, the more admirable was his sacrifice. -- Such was the gist as Mineko continued lauding Nonomiya.
At the Red Gate, Sanshirō took leave of the two ladies. As he headed for Oiwake he began to think. -- Mineko was absolutely right. Sanshirō compared himself to Nonomiya and saw a world of difference. Here he was, fresh in from the country and just starting his university studies. He had no significant scholarship to his name, and his personal views were still evolving. There was no reason for Mineko to respect him like she respected Nonomiya. Now that he thought about it, perhaps she took him for a fool. Earlier, when he said he'd climbed the hill because the meet was dull, she'd asked in all seriousness if there were something of interest up there. He hadn't noticed at the time, but maybe she'd been purposely mocking him. -- Sanshirō reflected now on her manner and language in each of their past encounters. In every case, he could imagine some negative nuance. He stopped in the middle of the road, his eyes cast downward and face turning red. Suddenly, as he lifted his gaze, Yojirō approached with the student who'd spoken at the prior night's gathering.
Yojirō greeted Sanshirō with a simple nod. The other student removed his cap in salutation. "What did you think of last night? Don't ever let them take you in." He laughed as they walked on.