Mrs. F. Here are the attendants getting the baths ready. Come into the house. It may be all right but I’m afraid.
Miss S. What, afraid of Chin! I shall call him Chin, poor boy. I think those Chinese names perfectly lovely. So brief, so simple, so childlike. Chin! just think! so expressive.
Mrs. F. (As they go, L.) And those horrid stories of rats and opium.
Miss S. I don’t believe a word of it. (Exeunt, L.)
Enter Mike and Norah from D. F.
Norah. What do you think, Mike, of havin’ a Chinee cook in the house?
Mike. Ah Norah, it’s an outrage, that’s the whole blissid truth. To think of a blackgyard haythen cookin’ for dacint people.
Norah. It’s a disgrace, I’ll give notice, I will—
Mike. I’ll not ate a bit o’ his dirthy cookin’, faith I’ll not.
Norah. But what’ll ye do. Them that works must eat.