Ometsu (wonderingly). Yes.
Simpson. In your Navy?
Ometsu. Yes.
Simpson. And he was an officer, wasn’t he?
Ometsu. Yes, a commander—but why——?
Simpson. And he was killed in the war, wasn’t he?
Ometsu (nods her head).
Simpson. Well, wouldn’t you like Mr. Maitland to go and do that?
Ometsu (eyes wide with terror). Mr. Maitland ... killed.... Has something happened?... Oh, what is it?
Simpson (alarmed at her being alarmed). No, no, I don’t mean that, miss; I don’t mean that. I mean—— (Blows his cheeks out.) I don’t know what I mean?