Princess. You'll know in time, Mr. Jarvis.
Jarvis. Are you really—a sure thing—Princess?
Princess. Why did you say that?
Jarvis. Oh, I don't know. Somehow you're not quite like what I thought a Princess would be.
Princess. I'm sorry.
Jarvis. Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I mean that you're different from the popular idea of a Princess. You have more understanding—more sympathy—more heart.
Princess. (Icily) In that respect, sir, you will find me quite like your popular idea.
Jarvis. (Squelched) I wonder if that hole will let in enough air?
Princess. I hope so. (Porter knocks.) It must be the men for the trunk. Who is it, please?
Porter. Trunks.