Enter Mee-Mee from house.
Yung. [Weeping.] It said I was to be a grocer, not an artist!
Mrs. O. [To Josi.] Here, you can go! Tell him—as soon after twelve as he can.
Josi. I’ll bring him.
[Exit Josi-Mosi.
Mee. Will any of yo’ Condescensions tea? Have some? [To Yunglangtsi, who on taking it stops weeping.] t’ank!... Have some?... t’ank! [She goes round offering to all in turn in the same words.] Have some?... t’ank!
Mrs. O. [Aside to Olangtsi.] See that they are all gone before he comes!
Olang. Gone? Gone? I shan’t be able to get them to go—not till I have paid them!
Mrs. O. Yes, you will—there’s the execution. Say you’ll pay them to-night.
Olang. I’ve said that sometimes before.