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"It doesn't really matter in the least，" Chia Cheng continued； "so that there's no necessity of changing it； but it's evident that Pao-yue doesn't apply his mind to legitimate pursuits， but mainly devotes his energies to such voluptuous expressions and wanton verses！" And as he finished these words， he abruptly shouted out： "You brute-like child of retribution！ Don't you yet get out of this？"
"Get away， off with you！" madame Wang in like manner hastened to urge； "our dowager lady is waiting， I fear， for you to have her repast！"
Pao-yue assented， and， with gentle step， he withdrew out of the room， laughing at Chin Ch'uan-erh， as he put out his tongue； and leading off the two nurses， he went off on his way like a streak of smoke. But no sooner had he reached the door of the corridor than he espied Hsi Jen standing leaning against the side； who perceiving Pao-yue come back safe and sound heaped smile upon smile， and asked： "What did he want you for？"
"there was nothing much，" Pao-yue explained， "he simply feared that I would， when I get into the garden， be up to mischief， and he gave me all sorts of advice；" and， as while he explained matters， they came into the presence of lady Chia， he gave her a clear account， from first to last， of what had transpired. But when he saw that Lin Tai-yue was at the moment in the room， Pao-yue speedily inquired of her： "Which place do you think best to live in？"
Tai-yue had just been cogitating on this subject， so that when she unexpectedly heard Pao-yue's inquiry， she forthwith rejoined with a smile： "My own idea is that the Hsio Hsiang Kuan is best； for I'm fond of those clusters of bamboos， which hide from view the tortuous balustrade and make the place more secluded and peaceful than any other！"
Pao-yue at these words clapped his hands and smiled. "That just meets with my own views！" he remarked； "I too would like you to go and live in there； and as I am to stay in the I Hung Yuan， we two will be， in the first place， near each other； and next， both in quiet and secluded spots."
While the two of them were conversing， a servant came， sent over by Chia Cheng， to report to dowager lady Chia that： "The 22nd of the second moon was a propitious day for Pao-yue and the young ladies to shift their quarters into the garden； that during these few days， servants should be sent in to put things in their proper places and to clean； that Hsueh Pao-ch'ai should put up in the Heng Wu court； that Lin Tai-yue was to live in the Hsiao Hsiang lodge； that Chia Ying-ch'un should move into the Cho Chin two-storied building； that T'an Ch'un should put up in the Ch'iu Yen library； that Hsi Ch'un should take up her quarters in the Liao Feng house； that widow Li should live in the Tao Hsiang village， and that Pao-yue was to live in the I Hung court. That at every place two old nurses should be added and four servant-girls； that exclusive of the nurse and personal waiting-maid of each， there should， in addition， be servants， whose special duties should be to put things straight and to sweep the place； and that on the 22nd， they should all， in a body， move into the garden."
When this season drew near， the interior of the grounds， with the flowers waving like embroidered sashes， and the willows fanned by the fragrant breeze， was no more as desolate and silent as it had been in previous days； but without indulging in any further irrelevant details， we shall now go back to Pao-yue.
Ever since he shifted his quarters into the park， his heart was full of joy， and his mind of contentment， fostering none of those extraordinary ideas， whose tendency could be to give birth to longings and hankerings. Day after day， he simply indulged， in the company of his female cousins and the waiting-maids， in either reading his books， or writing characters， or in thrumming the lute， playing chess， drawing pictures and scanning verses， even in drawing patterns of argus pheasants， in embroidering phoenixes， contesting with them in searching for strange plants， and gathering flowers， in humming poetry with gentle tone， singing ballads with soft voice， dissecting characters， and in playing at mora， so that， being free to go everywhere and anywhere， he was of course completely happy. From his pen emanate four ballads on the times of the four seasons， which， although they could not be looked upon as first-rate， afford anyhow a correct idea of his sentiments， and a true account of the scenery.
the ballad on the spring night runs as follows：
the silken curtains， thin as russet silk， at random are spread out. The croak of frogs from the adjoining lane but faintly strikes the ear. The pillow a slight chill pervades， for rain outside the window falls. The landscape， which now meets the eye， is like that seen in dreams by man. In plenteous streams the candles' tears do drop， but for whom do they weep？ Each particle of grief felt by the flowers is due to anger against me. It's all because the maids have by indulgence indolent been made. The cover over me I'll pull， as I am loth to laugh and talk for long.
This is the description of the aspect of nature on a summer night：
the beauteous girl， weary of needlework， quiet is plunged in a long dream. The parrot in the golden cage doth shout that it is time the tea to brew. The lustrous windows with the musky moon like open palace-mirrors look； The room abounds with fumes of sandalwood and all kinds of imperial scents. From the cups made of amber is poured out the slippery dew from the lotus. The banisters of glass， the cool zephyr enjoy flapped by the willow trees. In the stream-spanning kiosk， the curtains everywhere all at one time do wave. In the vermilion tower the blinds the maidens roll， for they have made the night's toilette.
