Nay, do not swear, you would but break the vow
As many another has. Our tropic sun
Affects men like a fever; when ’tis run,
Then their delusions pass. Oh leave me now;
I hear the whistle of your ship,—adieu!
Alohoa oie—may God be with you.
[Enter Ethel hurriedly]
Come, Ralph, your mother and your sister wait
Quite frantic at the pier, lest you be late.
They sent me for you.
[Exit Ralph with Ethel; he looks back and flings Girl a wreath. Girl smiles and sings Hawaiian song, picks up the wreath and drops face in her hands as Curtain goes down.]
Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty
at the Edinburgh University Press
FOOTNOTES
[19] Written to be read at Luncheon, given by my Publishers to the London and Provincial Booksellers, April 12, 1910.