“Don’t worry,” said Doctor Trigg. “He won’t feel it. You see, Dulcie, his position as chauffeur was rather a lark. It was only for the duration of our visit. Bill’s name is really Prince Kayoto. He is Hata’s cousin.”
“Oh, oh!” cried Dulcie. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“He didn’t wish it. Besides, it was really immaterial. You treated him like a prince.”
“Yes, I offered him a job—a good job as chauffeur!” She laughed.
“It will give you both something to laugh over when you come to Princeton next winter to visit Trigg and me,” said Doctor Sims so unexpectedly that Mr. Hammond stared. “Kayoto is enrolled as a student.”
Dulcie folded the garments and put away her treasures in the beautiful chest.
The remainder of the day was very quiet on board the Moonbeam. Everyone was exhausted from their strenuous days in Japan, and welcomed a rest. It was only about eight o’clock that evening when Dulcie said, “I am going to leave you three boys,” and smiled at her father and Doctors Trigg and Sims. “Good-night, daddy.” She pulled him down and kissed him. “You, too,” she added, walking over to the two doctors. “You are both so sweet to me.” She dropped light kisses on the professors’ withered cheeks, and went away.
“A nice child—a sweet child,” said Doctor Trigg, softly.
Doctor Sims touched his cheek with a careful finger. Finally he said,—
“Trigg, I am beginning to wonder if a lifetime spent in the unbroken dissemination of knowledge, exclusively to men’s classes, does not occasionally leave something, a subtle intangible something, to be desired.”