The ladies appear hesitatingly on the verandah of the Pavilion. GOLDEN LOTUS advances and rests her elbows on the balustrade. ARROW-BEARER gazes upon her with evident emotion.
CINNAMON [in a whisper]
I thought I recognised the voice of my lord Arrow-Bearer.
TRANQUIL BEAUTY
Golden Lotus recognised it before you.
PEARL
That young man is always stealing about here.
TRANQUIL BEAUTY
We all know the reason.
CINNAMON