Cecil. In a little open boat? There is no mail steamer. Think how ill you were. Would you brave even an open boat for that boy? You need not be afraid of any terrible contretemps. We Cavendishes have a little common-sense. Listen! what merry laughter. (Jumps up, helps Miss P. to her feet.)
Totmai (without). O Haru, did your eyes ever see the rickshaw tumble over and the man go sprawling on his face?
ENTER Japanese girls from veranda, bow profoundly. Cecil also bows. Miss P. nods stiffly.
Three Girls (coming down R.). Welcome—honorable welcome!
Cecil (aside). Oh, G., I wish I had an elastic backbone! (Advances.) The most exalted Princess, can I, ah—G., what is the right expression? Is it kiss her foot? No, it has something to do with eyes. I’ll try this—can I salute her eyelids?
Yuki (bowing). The most exalted Princess would be honorably pleased to worship your eyebrow——
Cecil. There, why didn’t I get it right?
Yuki. She will not, O most distinguished, see any one.
Cecil. I hope the—ah—the ah—shadow of the Princess has not grown less?
All. Shadow? The most venerated is not a ghost.