While Shih-yin gave way to these foolish reflections， he suddenly noticed the arrival of a penniless scholar， Chia by surname， Hua by name， Shih-fei by style and Yue-ts'un by nickname， who had taken up his quarters in the Gourd temple next door. This Chia Yue-ts'un was originally a denizen of Hu-Chow， and was also of literary and official parentage， but as he was born of the youngest stock， and the possessions of his paternal and maternal ancestors were completely exhausted， and his parents and relatives were dead， he remained the sole and only survivor； and， as he found his residence in his native place of no avail， he therefore entered the capital in search of that reputation， which would enable him to put the family estate on a proper standing. He had arrived at this place since the year before last， and had， what is more， lived all along in very straitened circumstances. He had made the temple his temporary quarters， and earned a living by daily occupying himself in composing documents and writing letters for customers. Thus it was that Shih-yin had been in constant relations with him.
As soon as Yue-ts'un perceived Shih-yin， he lost no time in saluting him. "My worthy Sir，" he observed with a forced smile； "how is it you are leaning against the door and looking out？ Is there perchance any news astir in the streets， or in the public places？" adult online toys
"None whatever，" replied Shih-yin， as he returned the smile. "Just a while back， my young daughter was in sobs， and I coaxed her out here to amuse her. I am just now without anything whatever to attend to， so that， dear brother Chia， you come just in the nick of time. Please walk into my mean abode， and let us endeavour， in each other's company， to while away this long summer day."
After he had made this remark， he bade a servant take his daughter in， while he， hand-in-hand with Yue-ts'un， walked into the library， where a young page served tea. They had hardly exchanged a few sentences， when one of the household came in， in flying haste， to announce that Mr. Yen had come to pay a visit.
Shih-yin at once stood up. "Pray excuse my rudeness，" he remarked apologetically， "but do sit down； I shall shortly rejoin you， and enjoy the pleasure of your society." "My dear Sir，" answered Yue-ts'un， as he got up， also in a conceding way， "suit your own convenience. I've often had the honour of being your guest， and what will it matter if I wait a little？" While these apologies were yet being spoken， Shih-yin had already walked out into the front parlour. During his absence， Yue-ts'un occupied himself in turning over the pages of some poetical work to dispel ennui， when suddenly he heard， outside the window， a woman's cough. Yue-ts'un hurriedly got up and looked out. He saw at a glance that it was a servant girl engaged in picking flowers. Her deportment was out of the common； her eyes so bright， her eyebrows so well defined. Though not a perfect beauty， she possessed nevertheless charms sufficient to arouse the feelings. Yue-ts'un unwittingly gazed at her with fixed eye. This waiting-maid， belonging to the Chen family， had done picking flowers， and was on the point of going in， when she of a sudden raised her eyes and became aware of the presence of some person inside the window， whose head-gear consisted of a turban in tatters， while his clothes were the worse for wear. But in spite of his poverty， he was naturally endowed with a round waist， a broad back， a fat face， a square mouth； added to this， his eyebrows were swordlike， his eyes resembled stars， his nose was straight， his cheeks square.
This servant girl turned away in a hurry and made her escape.
"This man so burly and strong，" she communed within herself， "yet at the same time got up in such poor attire， must， I expect， be no one else than the man， whose name is Chia Yue-ts'un or such like， time after time referred to by my master， and to whom he has repeatedly wished to give a helping hand， but has failed to find a favourable opportunity. And as related to our family there is no connexion or friend in such straits， I feel certain it cannot be any other person than he. Strange to say， my master has further remarked that this man will， for a certainty， not always continue in such a state of destitution."
As she indulged in this train of thought， she could not restrain herself from turning her head round once or twice.
When Yue-ts'un perceived that she had looked back， he readily interpreted it as a sign that in her heart her thoughts had been of him， and he was frantic with irrepressible joy.