"Although K and I were in the same department, our fields of study were different, so naturally there were times when we left or returned at different paces. If I was earlier, I would simply pass through his empty room, but if I was later, it was our habit for me to exchange a brief greeting before entering my own room. K would lift his usual eyes from his books and glance at me as I slid open the door. Then he would invariably ask if I had just come back. I might say nothing and merely nod, or else just answer 'yes' and walk on by.
One day I had errands in Kanda, and returned much later than usual. I hurried on foot to the gate and slid the lattice door open with a rattle. At that very moment, I heard the young mistress's voice. I was certain the voice had come from K's room. Going straight from the entrance, one passed the sitting room and then the young mistress's room in succession; turning left from there brought one to K's room and then mine—such was the layout, and having lodged there so long, I knew well enough to tell where and whose voice it was. I immediately closed the lattice door again. Then the young mistress's voice ceased at once. While I was taking off my shoes—from around that time I wore fashionable, troublesome laced boots—while I was bent over untying the laces, no voice came from K's room. I thought it strange. I wondered if perhaps I had misheard. But when I went to pass through K's room as usual and slid open the door, there the two of them sat properly. K asked as usual if I had just returned. The young mistress also greeted me with 'Welcome back' without rising. To me, perhaps it was my imagination, but that simple greeting sounded a little stiff. It rang in my eardrum with a tone as if they had somehow stepped off the path of naturalness. I asked the young mistress where her mother was. My question had no particular meaning. The house was quieter than usual, so I merely asked.
The mistress was indeed out. The maid had gone out with her. So the only ones left in the house were K and the young mistress. I tilted my head slightly. Though I had been under their care for a long while, never before had the mistress left the house with only the young mistress and me behind. I asked the young mistress in return if some urgent matter had come up. The young mistress only laughed. I disliked women who laughed at such times. If one says it is a trait common to young women, perhaps that is the end of it, but the young mistress was also a woman who liked to laugh at trivial things. Yet she looked at my face and immediately returned to her usual expression. She answered seriously that it was no urgent matter, merely that she had gone out on a small errand. As a lodger, I had no right to press further. I fell silent.
Before I had even changed and taken my seat, the mistress and the maid both returned. Soon the time came for everyone to meet at the dinner table. When I first took lodgings, everything was done as for a guest, and at each meal the maid would bring the tray; but that had gradually fallen away, and it became the custom to be called over to the other side at mealtimes. When K newly moved in, I insisted that he be treated the same as me. In exchange, I presented the mistress with a flimsy dining table made of thin boards with folding legs. Nowadays every household seems to use such things, but back then hardly any family ate seated around such a table. I specially went to a furniture maker in Ochanomizu and had it built exactly to my design.
At that table, the mistress explained to me that the fishmonger had not come at the usual hour that day, so she had had to go to town to buy something for us to eat. I thought indeed, since they kept lodgers, that was only natural—and just then the young mistress looked at my face and laughed again. But this time she was scolded by her mother and immediately stopped.