Mimosa. Deign, O most august, to remember the little bag they gave—the bag worn round venerated neck.
Princess. The bag, O Mimosa San?
Mimosa. The little honorable silk bag—the gracious Princess has told Mimosa of it, and the bidding of the powerful Yamen to open it if trouble dwelt on thy threshold. And we, O most foolish, have forgotten it.
Princess. The bag? I have worn it so long that, indeed, I had forgotten honorable words, O wise Mimosa. See, here it is.
Cecil (excitedly). Open it, Princess.
Miss P. If you are the young person to whom the money belongs, Ar—his lordship—will lose £5000 a year.
Cecil (laughing). G., you forget. You have called a Princess a young person. What about the prison?
Princess (hesitating). O Mimosa, I cannot! Fear has come to me—my fingers tremble. It may be I shall learn more evil!
Yuki. Open it, most worshipful. It is only the putting-off man who sharpens his arrows when he sees the lion. This may be an arrow to pierce the heart of wicked Sakara!