"Sure!" he said in an aside not intended to reach the butler's ears.
But Oku was nothing if not discreet. He never allowed himself to hear anything. When Fanny nodded he merely inquired politely:
"What kind—please?"
Jimmie grinned and licked his lips. Turning to his future wife he asked:
"What do you like?"
"What kind do you?" she laughed, anxious to keep him in good humor.
"Martini suits me all right."
Oku bowed to the ground.
"Yes, miss. Two Martini cocktails. Excuse, please! Excuse!"
With another profound salaam and retreating backwards towards the door as if in the presence of royalty, the Japanese butler made an impressive exit.