[The two students, Hiti-Titi and Nau-Tee, look on grinning.
Han. No ... on the contrary—we think that you are!
Olang. You shall be paid to-night.
Tee. It will then be the Feast, during which, as Affluence is no doubt honourably aware, no legal debt is recoverable. Mr. Olangtsi, labour itself is pleasing to us, but the needful is also necessary. How can we feast if our pockets be empty?
Olang. [Shouts.] I tell you—you shall be paid to-night.
Pee. By to-night Mrs. Back-of-the-House will have returned. Considerate Master, it makes a difference: before you we can uplift the voice of complaint which at the blast of her nostrils becomes dumb.
Olang. [Whispering.] I tell you, you shall be paid to-night.
Han. [After gathering the approval of the others.] We accept. But as an honourable precaution—since in the meanwhile Mrs. Back-of-the-House may have returned—we will save Scrub-and-run-errands the trouble of delivering those lanterns. We will deliver them ourselves—and collect the money!
Olang. Indeed you will do no such thing! Tikipu, take in those lanterns!
[Tikipu is set upon. He holds the lanterns over his head. His arm is dragged down.