tabtabt Reminding of the situation when we got out Peter Pan, it seems that Chao had a black overcoat. It was sure that hooks were lined about the entrance of Peter Pan in place of a cloakroom and Chao was certainly clad in a long and black overcoat in front of them, I recollect. In a word, Chao was a woman of cat's family. Considering that Chao was dressed almost all in black at the time, there occurs a metaphor as a black pantheress. To say the least, she had a pliant and quick body and legs fitting for running like a black pantheress.

tabtabt As Chao began to insist "I must return now.", I determined to escort her. I slipped my right hand into the pocket of her overcoat, and held her waist by my side through the smooth satin for lining. The memories of swaying her unavoidable leaping of the hipbone and the elastic force of her youthful skin are still remaining clearly in the palm of my hand. When we had come to near the residence of her, she stopped me saying, "Give me leave, here." We were standing in the round halo drew on the ground by the spotlight projected from the naked electric bulb of a street-lamp.

tabtabt I asked her gazing at her eyes, "When can we meet for the next time?", after a little consideration she answered in a small voice, "Today in next week." That was the date when my wife should return. I interrupted, "I cannot wait so much.", and driven by the thought in mind rapidly gathering volume of the water, unconsciously shouted.

tabtabt "I will see you tomorrow."