Jarvis. I thought that the only sensible part. I beg your pardon—but who on earth is this Maria Theresa that I am hired man to?
Princess. I—am Her Highness—Maria Theresa—Princess of Aragon.
Jarvis. Good night! You a Princess! And I have been ordering you around with a gun. (Sound of running for a moment.) Sh! (Crosses to door r., listens.) It's all right, but how am I going to get out? They've got me in a trap here.
Princess. The trunk——
Jarvis. The trunk? What about it?
Princess. I am sending it on board the Aquitania at six o'clock.
Jarvis. (Dragging trunk down stage) You mean to get in it? Good Lord, is it big enough?
Princess. I think so—and no one could possibly suspect—— (Jarvis takes out trays—locket drops out—back to audience.) Oh——
Jarvis. What is it?
Princess. It's nothing—I mean it's all right—it's just a locket.