Ibara flied into a rage.It seemed red ink was splinkled on her face.
She edged up to Aoba and said,
"Oh, you're Miss. Aoba.
You looks displeased recently.
Though I am different from you in social status,
We are equals as representers of each master who has offsprings of Mr. Koreyoshi.
Each makes much of each master.
Therefore I have my idea.
Mind your own business, or you will cause bad thing."
Aoba was overpowered by her for a moment,however, soon come to take a countermeasure.
"Ha, It's funny that you say it as needless.
If you need to make haste, why you didn't come here early in the morning?
You have followed a butterfly and watched flowers, Haven't you?
You spent time in merriness and now were in a hurry in order not to be caught in the rain."
Aoba seemed to hit the mark.
Ibara shrank and blushed at it, however, soon took heart to retort,
"Hey, what you suspected me to do was what you did, wasn't it?
I can't ignore that you accused falsely.
It is you who spent time with a fellow, who is it?"
"How ferocious you are!
You should make clear about that man. What is his name?"
"Ha, It is like childish disputes.
Then, you must able to say the name."
"I don't say I won't say the name."
"Then, what is the name of the lover?"
"You should ask it to your heart."
"Hey, it's an evasive answer."
"It's you who are making an excuse."
The conflict were getting excited more and more.
Two fighted against each other with swords of words,
without paying attention to the circumference.
There came a lot of audiences who sought for a shelter.
They watched this unusual quarrel by two women with being noisy.
Priests worried about this and intermediated between them.
They soothed them, made pray and gave them talismans.
Two women felt ashamed and leave there with the gradge against each other.
It was over four o'clock, and had stopped raining.
