ABSTRACT

It was a Saturday evening in our new house, where we spent our weekends. Out of the blue, Kai-shek said to me when he returned home after work: "We have an invitation to dine with Mme Kung tomorrow night. She tells me she is going to make a very special pigeon dinner just for you and me. She wants us to be there at three o'clock, but you may go first from here because I will not be able to get away from the academy until after work at 5p.m." He spoke as he walked up and down the room in great excitement. His throat seemed contracted with tenseness. "An invitation!" he repeated to himself. "I never, never expected it. And now, at last, after all this time, you and I have a chance to dine with this great personage. It is really too wonderful to be true." He strutted the floor like a peacock and refused to sit down. He seldom behaved in this agitated manner.