A Daughter of Japan

by F. D. Bone

Belson (looking round the room). And where are the ladies?

Simpson. They’ll be down to breakfast in a minute, sir!

Belson (immediately uneasy). Well, I’ll go and meet Mr. Maitland, and you’d better get ready to come back at once. We’ve no time to lose if we’re to catch the ship. (Turns to go out.)

Simpson. When does she sail, sir?

Belson. To-morrow morning.

Simpson (gasping). For home, sir?

Belson (going out). Yes.

(Simpson shows signs of perturbation, and wipes his face with his handkerchief. He looks in a half-dazed way round the room, and then goes to the table to complete preparations for breakfast. Through the curtained doorway on right, Ometsu appears, dressed in a charming Japanese costume, with satin slippers to match her robe.)

Ometsu. Good-morning, Simpson.

Simpson. Good-morning, miss.