Yugao

He talked on tenderly, and the scent of the sleeves with which he wiped his eyes meanwhile perfumed the whole room, until the children, who just now had deplored their mother’s behavior, willingly granted that she had indeed enjoyed great good fortune in her life, and they all dissolved in tears.

After ordering further rites for her, he had Koremitsu bring in a hand torch in preparation for leaving. On inspecting the fan presented to him earlier, he found it to be deeply impregnated with the scent favored by its owner and delightfully in-scribed with this poem:

At a guess I see that you may indeed be he:

the light silver dew

brings to clothe in loveliness

a twilight beauty flower.

(The Tale of Genji, chap. 4, p. 57)