There was a guest that had arrived, so attending to them couldn't be ignored. My master got up to greet them. My master told me that he was young at the time and didn't think much of it, but thinking back, that woman was off. The moment she sat down, water just poured down from her clothes in streams—tell me that's normal. But my master was a bit groggy from sleep and didn't pay much attention, and after going over, he asked the guest, "What would you like to have?" The woman didn't speak; she just sat there with her head down, muttering non-stop about how cold she was.