At that time the weather was warm it being the end of the fourth lunar month, so Lu Da had mats spread under the ash tree, and there the vagabonds sat down.
I was on the point of risking Mr. Rochester’s displeasure by disobeying his orders, when the light once more gleamed dimly on the gallery wall, and I heard his unshod feet tread the matting.
The Honorable Shou was keeping control of himself, but Jizi drank whatever was put in front of him until he was dead drunk, at which point he rolled over on his seating mat and went to sleep, snoring.