"But I am a son of Japan!" "There are many of your race who do live here," she reminded him.
He smiled with the air of one who is forced to humor a person of limited vision.
"With them it is, alas! a matter of necessity," he said.

"It is very hard indeed to make you understand over here how we feel about such things,--there seems to be a different spirit amongst you Western races, a different spirit or a lack of spirit--I do not know which I should say.

But in Japan the love of our country is a passion which seems to throb with every beat of our hearts.

If we leave her, it is for her good.

When we go back, it is our reward." "Then you are here now for her good ?" she asked.
"Assuredly," he answered.
"Tell me in what way ?" she begged.