Jarvis. A king might command—a prince request—a bandit seize.
Princess. Seize what?
Jarvis. (Daringly) That which a mere vassal can only admire. (Knock at door. Both brought back to earth.)
Princess. There he is now.
Jarvis. Hooray!
Princess. What shall I call you?
Jarvis. (Whispering) Oh, any old thing—Warren, Mr. Warren. (Pause. Princess crosses to door, hesitates a moment, then opens it.)
Princess. Come in.
(Enter Duke. Stops at sight of Jarvis.)
Duke. Oh, I'm intruding. (Spoken as though he expected Jarvis to go.)