As Dulcie stood talking to Doctor Trigg, Wally joined them.
“Well, Dulcie, how do you like this crazy country? The people—aren’t they a riot? And they take themselves so seriously, too.”
“Keep still, Wally!” said Dulcie, hotly. “I think you are perfectly inexcusable, the way you air your views.”
“They don’t understand,” said Wally carelessly. “Sort of half-witted, anyhow.”
At that moment a young Japanese who was standing directly behind Wally turned to look at him. As he did so, he saw Doctor Trigg. A look of amazement flickered across his placid countenance. He stepped quickly around the group, and with an apologetic bow to Dulcie, hastened to the doctor with outstretched hands.
“Doctor Trigg!” he exclaimed in fluent English. “Well, well, what do you think of this? Fortune attends me!” He shook the doctor’s hands, and almost embraced him. “Surely you remember me?”
“I most certainly do,” exclaimed Doctor Trigg. “Well, my dear boy, this certainly is a delightful reunion. Of course I haven’t forgotten you!” He turned to Dulcie. “Let me present to you one of my old and most promising students.” He hesitated. “What’s your title over here, Hata? Prince, I believe?”
The Prince bowed deeply to Dulcie.
“Mr. Cram, Prince Hata.”
Again the Prince bowed; but this time it was a haughty salutation, and his black eyes regarded the smiling countenance before him curiously. He turned abruptly to Doctor Trigg.