They slipped down a river of bronze, between the oozy banks; and the war-junks, the naked fisherman, the green-coated ruins of forts, drifted past like things in reverie, while the men lay smoking, basking in bright weather.

They looked up into serene spaces, and forgot the umbra of pestilence.
Heywood, now lazy, now animated, exchanged barbaric words with the boat-woman.

As their tones rose and fell, she laughed.

Long afterward, Rudolph was to remember her, a wholesome, capable figure in faded blue, darting keen glances from her beady eyes, flashing her white teeth in a smile, or laughing till the green pendants of false jade trembled in her ears.
"Her name is Mrs.Wu," said Heywood, between smoke-rings, "and she is a lady of humor.

We are discussing the latest lawsuit, which she describes as suing a flea and winning the bite.