Kibei smiled cynically as he recognized this mark of revolting passage from one room to another.
Cajole him by agreeing with him, but don't get into a quarrel with Kibei.
Kibei has nothing to give, and has given no explanation for not giving.
After all Kibei was a samurai; harsh, but with the courage of his caste and profession.
Kibei as son, Kakusuké the old and faithful attendant, were isolated in their nursing.
Kibei's presence, as the successor to Kwaiba's office, was required.
Iémon was a coward, and the cold eye of Kibei sent a chill down his spine.
There was a dance by Kibei, drinking as substitutes of the absent, and competition in uta (poetry).
Between Kwaiba and Kibei, the wild debauchery of the last year had brought the House to the verge of ruin.
Kibei insisted on aiding Iémon; and Iémon did not dare to refuse his services in donning the haori.