Ometsu (holding her face to his). Dear—dear!
Jack (leading her down and then stopping to kiss her forehead). Many happy returns, sweetheart Quite a grown-up, now, aren’t you?
Ometsu (standing on tiptoe). Yes, quite a woman—look! (He catches her to him.)
Jack (leading her to chair at table and sits himself). And what do you think I’ve got for you? One of them is wonderful—I shall give only that one in my whole lifetime.
Ometsu (looking eagerly at him). Sweetheart! Tell me! (He takes two packets from his pocket, one of them is an envelope. He unfolds the small packet and holds up a bracelet. She gives a little gurgle of delight and holds out her left wrist. He clasps it, and then touches a spring. A lid flies open like a watch. She gives a little scream.) Oh, oh, it’s your portrait. Isn’t it lovely! (She looks at it, and then says, curiously, as she closes it down.) You darling! And what’s the other? I am a lucky girl! (He takes a document from an envelope, unfolds it and offers it to her.)
Jack. Our marriage license! (Laughs joyously as she stares at it.) So we can be married next Thursday, if mother says yes. By the way, where is she?
Ometsu. She said she wouldn’t come down this morning. She said she knew I’d like to have breakfast alone with you to-day. Isn’t she a dear!
Jack. She’s a clinker. Well, we’ll ask her when she comes down. But what about some breakfast? I’m famished! (Shouts.) Simpson! (Bangs a bell on the table.) Simpson! (Turns to Ometsu.) You can’t make love properly when you’re starving, you know pettling. Wait till I’ve had some breakfast, and then——I’ll tell you! (Bangs the bell again and shouts.) Simpson! Confound the man, what’s up with him this morning?
Ometsu. Well, he is funny, dear! He’s been on again about your leaving the Navy.
Jack (jumps up and bangs the table). I won’t have it. I won’t have it! I’ll kick him out. He can go back alone. How dare he talk to you about it when I told him not to. (Turns to door on left.) I’ll let him know if he’s going to defy orders. (At the door he meets Simpson with breakfast on tray.) Here, you blackguard, what do you mean by it? Didn’t I tell you that I wouldn’t have you talking to mam’zelle about my leaving the Navy?