“So there would be nothing wrong with your accepting him as a student of acting. He would of course run errands for you, and I hope you would take him with you and teach him when you perform.”
“If he’s to be an actor I don’t mind, but if he’s going to be a dance teacher, then it’s out of the question.”
“Isn’t that up to him, though? As long as he keeps his mind on learning, it will be far better for him if he stays with you, instead of going off to some half-baked dance teacher.”
“She’s right, you know,” Okoto put in. “There are hardly any teachers left who really teach. You could at least meet him. Mistress Oriku does so much to keep us going, you could for once do as she asks.”
“All right, I’ll have a look at him. Bring him around sometime.” Danshirō still looked bothered.
“I’ve asked him to wait at the gate. I’ll have him come in right away.”
“Dear me, you leave nothing to chance, do you?” He smiled wryly.
Oriku brought Shūsaku in. Sitting there in his most formal posture, he looked very sweet.
“What a nice boy!” Okoto exclaimed.
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