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until he became stark naked. He then began to perform a solo dance, with strange movements of his hips and hands in full view of the audience, and everybody burst into laughter. After that several boys sang in chorus an erotic song with many puns, to the obvious delight of the girls present. Now they all were really letting themselves go.
During the dinner Saburo's eye was caught by a young maidservant who waited on the group. She was pretty, with white skin and small round eyes, and looked like a doll. During the course of the meal Saburo's interest in her was heightened by her demure and delicate manners.
"What's your name?" Saburo asked as she filled his sake cup.
"Mariko."
"A very nice name. Rather lyrical."
"You look sad. Why can't you cheer up? Do have another cup of sake, please."
She perceived Saburo's air of loneliness and was not averse to his subtle advances. Lately Alice had not been readily available due to her pregnancy. Saburo also had had so many worries in connection with Alice's arrival in Japan that he was depressed. Late that night he sneaked into a small room in which Mariko had been expecting him. As always, and more so that night, Saburo was impetuous and straightforward. Without many preliminaries he was thrusting himself deep into Mariko's innermost part. Saburo felt as if he were crushing the girl's bones to pieces. How frail she was! Having been used to a broad, well-developed Western female body, Saburo felt a strangely delightful sensation. The difference was as great as the difference between an oak and a willow tree.
Footnote
* One mat = 1.97 square yards.
CHAPTER
  6
In the room the hospital staff jokingly referred to as the "expectant father's den" Saburo Tanaka butted a half-smoked cigarette into an ash stand. Then he got up from the leather chair where he had been sitting for the last hour and a half, and walked aimlessly around the room.
From the window he looked down on the roofs of rickety houses and shabby tenements stretching for miles toward the Honmoku district of Yokohama.
The Bluff Hospital, where Saburo was going through an ordeal of anxious waiting, was once owned and operated by foreign residents for their exclusive use. Now it came under Japanese management but had a few prominent foreigners on its board of directors, and the hospital was still patronized by many foreigners living in the Tokyo-Yokohama area. The hospital was clean and tidy and the nurses well trained.
Suddenly the door opened and a hospital attendant came in from the corridor outside. But the news was for someone else. After another hour's waiting the door from the corridor opened, and this time it was for Saburo.
A nurse came in and asked, "Are you Mr. Tanaka? Your wife has just delivered a boy. Both mother and baby are doing well. Congratulations."
Saburo now remembered a series of discussions he had had with Alice during the preceding months. It was about the name they would give their first child. Should they give their offspring an English or a Japanese name?
"I think we should give the child an English first name and a Japanese middle name," Alice suggested.
"No, since the child will automatically be a Japanese national, why should we give him a foreign name? That would be embarrassing to the child when he or she comes of age."
"What is your suggestion for a Japanese name, then?" Alice asked.
"I've always thought that Toshio, meaning 'intelligent boy,' is a good name while Hanako, 'flower girl,' would be an excellent name for a girl."
Alice now remembered what Mrs. Lilian Saito had told her in the Union Club some time back. "Saburo," she pleaded, "Even if the child is born in Japan it does not necessarily follow that he or she will always live in this country. Especially if the baby is a girl, chances are that she may marry a Westerner and live abroad. If she does, a name like Jane or Florence would be more suitable for the child's sake. They are international names. What was it
During the dinner Saburo's eye was caught by a young maidservant who waited on the group. She was pretty, with white skin and small round eyes, and looked like a doll. During the course of the meal Saburo's interest in her was heightened by her demure and delicate manners.
"What's your name?" Saburo asked as she filled his sake cup.
"Mariko."
"A very nice name. Rather lyrical."
"You look sad. Why can't you cheer up? Do have another cup of sake, please."
She perceived Saburo's air of loneliness and was not averse to his subtle advances. Lately Alice had not been readily available due to her pregnancy. Saburo also had had so many worries in connection with Alice's arrival in Japan that he was depressed. Late that night he sneaked into a small room in which Mariko had been expecting him. As always, and more so that night, Saburo was impetuous and straightforward. Without many preliminaries he was thrusting himself deep into Mariko's innermost part. Saburo felt as if he were crushing the girl's bones to pieces. How frail she was! Having been used to a broad, well-developed Western female body, Saburo felt a strangely delightful sensation. The difference was as great as the difference between an oak and a willow tree.
Footnote
* One mat = 1.97 square yards.
CHAPTER
  6
In the room the hospital staff jokingly referred to as the "expectant father's den" Saburo Tanaka butted a half-smoked cigarette into an ash stand. Then he got up from the leather chair where he had been sitting for the last hour and a half, and walked aimlessly around the room.
From the window he looked down on the roofs of rickety houses and shabby tenements stretching for miles toward the Honmoku district of Yokohama.
The Bluff Hospital, where Saburo was going through an ordeal of anxious waiting, was once owned and operated by foreign residents for their exclusive use. Now it came under Japanese management but had a few prominent foreigners on its board of directors, and the hospital was still patronized by many foreigners living in the Tokyo-Yokohama area. The hospital was clean and tidy and the nurses well trained.
Suddenly the door opened and a hospital attendant came in from the corridor outside. But the news was for someone else. After another hour's waiting the door from the corridor opened, and this time it was for Saburo.
A nurse came in and asked, "Are you Mr. Tanaka? Your wife has just delivered a boy. Both mother and baby are doing well. Congratulations."
Saburo now remembered a series of discussions he had had with Alice during the preceding months. It was about the name they would give their first child. Should they give their offspring an English or a Japanese name?
"I think we should give the child an English first name and a Japanese middle name," Alice suggested.
"No, since the child will automatically be a Japanese national, why should we give him a foreign name? That would be embarrassing to the child when he or she comes of age."
"What is your suggestion for a Japanese name, then?" Alice asked.
"I've always thought that Toshio, meaning 'intelligent boy,' is a good name while Hanako, 'flower girl,' would be an excellent name for a girl."
Alice now remembered what Mrs. Lilian Saito had told her in the Union Club some time back. "Saburo," she pleaded, "Even if the child is born in Japan it does not necessarily follow that he or she will always live in this country. Especially if the baby is a girl, chances are that she may marry a Westerner and live abroad. If she does, a name like Jane or Florence would be more suitable for the child's sake. They are international names. What was it
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