There was no table speech to follow dinner. Haraguchi, though, railed incessantly against the bronze bust on Kudan. That kind of work, so thoughtlessly erected, was an affront to the citizenry of Tōkyō. It would have been far more sensible, in his view, to produce the bust of a beautiful geisha. Yojirō informed Sanshirō that Haraguchi was at odds with the artist who crafted the Kudan bust.
When the party ended and they stepped outside, a beautiful moon was out. Yojirō asked Sanshirō if he thought Professor Hirota had impressed Dr. Shōji favorably. Sanshirō replied that he thought he had. Yojirō stopped by a public faucet and related a story from the past summer. He'd come up on his evening walk, and it was so hot and sticky that he'd doused himself under the water. A policeman had spotted him, so he'd run off up Suribachiyama. The moon was bright this night as they topped Suribachiyama.
They continued on, and Yojirō started in suddenly on the borrowed money. On this cold night, under the clear moon, money was far from Sanshirō's mind. He listened only passively to Yojirō's excuses. He'd already written it off. Yojirō, in fact, made no commitment to settle his debt. He merely listed reasons why he couldn't. Yojirō's approach, though, did interest Sanshirō -- A particular acquaintance of Yojirō's had experienced heartbreak, lost his will to live, and resolved to end it all. He wasn't ready to throw himself into the sea, nor a river, nor worse yet the mouth of a volcano. Death by hanging was worst of all. His final recourse was to procure a pistol. Before he could use his pistol, though, a friend came to him for money. Having none, he refused his friend. The friend however, appealed so desperately that, in the end, he relinquished his cherished pistol. The friend got by by pawning the pistol. Later, when the friend redeemed the pistol and returned it, the pistol's owner had changed his mind. Being hit up for money had, in effect, saved his life.