At Yojirō's urging, Sanshirō was finally part of the Seiyōken gathering. For the occasion, he wore a haori of black pongee. This haori, as his mother had explained at length in her letter, was sown by Omitsu Miwata from material that her mother had woven and dyed with his family's crest. When the package arrived he'd tried it on, not cared for it much, and stuck it in his wardrobe. Yojirō insisted it was a shame not to wear it. He was so taken with it that he offered to wear it himself. Sanshirō, after a while, relented. Once he had it on, he decided it wasn't so bad.
Thus attired, Sanshirō stood in the Seiyōken entry hall with Yojirō. According to Yojirō, protocol dictated that they stay out front and welcome the guests. This was not something Sanshirō had anticipated. To begin with, he'd thought that he, himself, was one of the guests. As a greeter, he felt his pongee haori rather garish. He wished he'd worn his school uniform. By and by, the party members trickled in. As each arrived, Yojirō exchanged some words, engaging them all like old familiar friends. The guests checked their hats and coats, passed beyond a broad staircase, and turned down a dimly-lit corridor. After they were gone, Yojirō would turn to Sanshirō and explain who was who. Sanshirō, as a result, was able to match faces to some well-known names.
After a while the party was more or less assembled. There were close to thirty guests in all. Professor Hirota was there. Nonomiya was there too. -- Though a physicist, Haraguchi had reportedly dragged him along anyway, on grounds that he took interest in painting and literature. Haraguchi, himself, was of course in attendance. He'd arrived before all others. He made himself busy flitting about, effusing charm as he pulled at his French-style whiskers.