Princess. O joy too great! O little treasure-flower, my touch harmed thee not?
Ito. It was play-acting—but it was grief-bringing that play-acting brought no honorable hand-clapping. I——
Princess (caressing). Thou shalt be Princess Kiku’s play-actor. Nay (turns to Cecil), I forgot, most worshipful, I am no Princess, only a very happy girl (holds Ito). Is the excellent Englishman now my brother?
Cecil. No, your cousin. Do you have cousins in Japan? I will instantly send to him to come.
Yuki. Let us dance our joy!
Totmai. Jolly little things!
Haru. Oh, I say!
Ito. When shall excellent play-acting be?
Cecil. I hope you notice, G., the impression that the most enlightened member of the powerful British aristocracy has produced. However (Japanese girls dance forward), this is only the beginning. What will be the end of this Japanese Romance?
[Kneels by Princess, taking her hand.