On this evening, in particular, he could spare no thoughts for himself. For a while now, he had doubted Mineko. Doubts alone, though, would yield no resolution. At the same time, there was nothing specific to be clarified through confrontation. There was, therefore, little prospect of settling the matter decisively. If Sanshirō, for the sake of his sanity, had to have resolution, then time spent with Mineko was crucial. He'd observe her manner and, finally, judge as best he could. The next day's audience was of utmost importance. All the scenarios he imagined, though, played out to his own favor. This in itself seemed dubious. It was like gazing at a lovely photograph of a bleak place. The photograph itself is no doubt authentic, while the place, in actuality, is undeniably bleak. Two perspectives, which should coincide, cannot be reconciled.
Finally, a happy thought crossed his mind. Mineko had agreed to lend Yojirō money. However, she had refused to place it in his hands. This could be, in truth, because Yojirō was untrustworthy with money. But was that really Mineko's reason? If not, then his own situation seemed infinitely brighter. Even her willingness to lend him money was a positive sign. Adding to that her desire to see him in person -- Sanshirō indulged himself to this point before snapping back to reality.
"But more likely she's mocking me." Thus thinking, he suddenly felt flushed. If one had asked him why she might be mocking him, Sanshirō would have been hard pressed for an answer. If forced to respond, he might even have suggested she found pleasure in mockery. It would never have occurred to him that she might be punishing his vanity. -- Sanshirō believed his vanity to be entirely of Mineko's making.