“Er—ah—in my country, excellency, when one buys for a sweetheart it is one thing. When he buys for a wife—”
“Then thank goodness that my country isn’t your country,” uttered Ensign Darrin disgustedly, while Danny Grin implored:
“Before you let him go, Davy, turn him around this way so that I may register at least one kick!”
But Darrin suddenly released the rather frightened fellow, saying crisply:
“Show me some pieces of jewelry at prices around fifty dollars.”
At first the salesman displayed several pieces for which he asked from seventy-five to a hundred dollars.
“You’re wasting my time, but I won’t waste yours,” Dave suddenly broke in, turning away.
“Wait a moment, excellency. Do you realize, excellency, that you have not, in any instance, attempted to bargain with me?”
“Do you mean that you expect me to work you down to a lower price?” asked Ensign Dalzell, lowering his voice.
“It is customary to bargain, excellency,” replied the Hindu, with a bow, though not so low as he had displayed at first.