Dr. F. (Laughing.) Patsy O’Wang! but that’s only a nick-name. The Chinese of it is Chin Sum. Now Chin is the son of a wild Irish officer in the tenth Artillery stationed formerly at Hong Kong. His mother was a pretty Chinese girl.
Mrs. F. (Surprised.) Well, did you ever!
Dr. F. My dear, I admit that there is a slight flaw in his pedigree. (Looking at letter.) But let me skip all that. Major Barker speaks of him in the most extravagant terms—(reading): “The best cook I ever saw,” “the most obedient servant,” “the most affectionate creature”; (triumphantly) isn’t that enough?
Mrs. F. I suppose so since apparently it is all settled.
Dr. F. There’s more.
Mrs. F. Never mind, skip it.
Dr. F. Eh, what’s this? “Never under any circumstances let him taste a drop of whiskey.”
Mrs. F. Humph, then you’ll have to keep him and Mike apart.
Dr. F. (Reads to himself.) Really that is surprising.
Mrs. F. What’s surprising?