To Gabrielle and de Castro. Ah, Miss Kato; ah, Sam! A pleasant party, eh?
De Castro.
Shortly. Yeth. Stidulph goes out at the right-hand door at the back. De Castro crosses to the left and then turns to Gabrielle. Dam pleathant party!
Gabrielle.
Dolefully. Well, don’t make a scene.
De Castro.
Thene! I’m not makin’ a thene. Walkin’ away from me in the middle of a danthe and leavin’ me thtandin’ thtarin’ after you like a detherted child! You’re makin’ the thene!
Gabrielle.
I’m very sorry.
De Castro.