Tiki. Yes, bigger than Mrs. Back-of-the-House!
Mee. Dat possible? No!... Tiki...?
Tiki. Yes? Well?
Mee. Me got seclet too; one gleat big seclet! And oh—so nice!... One you not know, Tiki ... eh?... Man dat sol’ me know ... man dat bought me know. Nobody else know at all.... Me velly vallable!
Tiki. [Indifferently.] Oh, I daresay!... Here! Mee-Mee! stay as you are! [Takes up drawing-board from Yunglangtsi’s easel.] I’ll do your portrait. This is Yunglangtsi’s, there’s nothing on it. He’ll think he did it in his sleep.
[He begins sketching. She stands smiling.
Mee. H’m! T’ink he’s bin havin’ nice dream, den!
Tiki. What was it brought you here, Mee-Mee?
Mee. Money.
Tiki. What? D’you mean to say you’ve got money?