Simpson (in wings). Thanks, thanks, that will be all right now. Oh no, quite, thanks. Oh, is this your key? Thanks, thanks. No, it doesn't matter about the other ones, they don't feel at all uncomfortable, thanks. Yes, I think it really did stop it, thanks.
Conjuror. I'm off! (Aloud.) His Majesty has regained consciousness. (Exit.)
Simpson (apologetically). Oh, Archie, I've got the billiard-room key in my——
Rat-catcher (very loudly to Maid). Hush, here he comes! (They salaam.)
(Enter the Emperor Bong.)
CHAPTER VI
THE CURTAIN GOES DOWN
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Simpson at the supper-table, glass in hand, "it is my pleasant duty——"
"Bother!" murmured Myra. "Drinking healths always makes me feel funny."
"Silence for McSimp," shouted Archie. "Now then, pass along there, please. There's no need to push, you'll all be able to hear. Gentlemen, the O'Sumph is addressing us impromptu, not to say unasked."
"It is my pleasant duty," continued Simpson, "as your late Emperor (Half-an-hour-late. How's the probosc?), to propose the health of the Rabbits Dramatic Company. (Hooray!) Great as we are on the cricket-field (Wide!)—great, I say, as we are on the cricket-field (Pitch 'em up, Simpson), we are, I think, still greater in the halls of Thespis. (Don't know the lady.) Gentlemen, I knew Irving. (Liar!) I have heard tell of Garrick (Good! Ever heard of Shakespeare?), but to-night has been a new experience for me. (I will—give you—the kee—eys of——.) Ladies and gentlemen, I propose our very good healths, coupled with the name of our hostess Miss Mannering." (Loud Cheers.)