Miss P. (turning away R.). I am at a loss to understand. May I ask if you mean to suggest—that—that——
Cecil. Exactly, dear, that. He will give you, when he sees you, a good hug, and remark, “I say, you old dear, you grow younger every day.” Will you bet?
Miss P. (with horror). Bet? When I relinquished the reins of government such a word was utterly unknown to you. I am shocked, grieved.
Cecil (demurely). Only a pair of gloves, dear.
Miss P. This familiarity with odious habits offends me. I hope his lordship does not favor such vulgar practices.
Cecil. I don’t mind asserting one thing, and that is, he is bound to bet you something—and that you’ll take it, there! Well, we must not stay here forever. (Moving C. and leaving Miss P. R.) Come, G., dear, I pine for a run in a rickshaw. Mine shall race yours.
Miss P. I will not submit to be dragged in such unseemly fashion. (EXIT Cecil L.) I prefer to trust to my own—powers of—locomotion. Cecil! Cecil! (Quick curtain as Miss P. runs across the stage.)
CURTAIN.
SCENE II.—The Chrysanthemum Garden, as before.
ENTER Sakara L., with Ito.