A Daughter of Japan

by F. D. Bone

Belson. Marry her! Marry whom?

Simpson. The little Japanese lady, sir.

Belson (startled, shouting). The what?

Simpson (very uncomfortably). The little Japanese lady, sir. Miss Ometsu.

Belson (more startled). And who the devil’s she?

Simpson. She’s the daughter of a Japanese naval officer, sir. He was killed in the war. Her brother’s in the service too, sir. She talks just like you and me, sir. She lives here with her mother, sir.

Belson (draws back and again looks Simpson up and down). The deuce she does! Then Mr. Maitland is a guest here!

Simpson. Yes, sir.

Belson. How long has this been going on?

Simpson. Oh, for a long time, sir; nearly a year.