What"s that?
DE CASTRO.
[_Linking his arm in SMYTHE"S._] You"re thure you won"t conthider me prethumptuouth?
SMYTHE.
Of course not; very kind of yer.
DE CASTRO.
[_In SMYTHE"S ear._] If you _could_ give Gabth-- Mith Kato-- a tiny bit more to do in the thecond act----!
SMYTHE.
[_Nodding._] Ah, yes, yes.
DE CASTRO.
She"th a little lump o" talent, that gal, if you only realithed it; a perfect little lump o" talent.
SMYTHE.
[_Trying to escape._] Er-- I"ll think it over.
DE CASTRO.
Will yer! An extra thong! That"th all it need be-- an extra thong! Oh, it would be _thuch_ an improvement! [_VON RETTENMAYER enters at the double-door. The waiters now go to the tables and lay a plate with a slice of melon upon it at each cover._] Here"th the Baron. We"ve been thitting together to-night, I and the Baron. [_Wringing SMYTHE"S hand._] Thankth. [_Joining COOLING and the others on the left as SMYTHE greets VON RETTENMAYER._] Hullo, Morrith! [_Shaking hands with HENEAGE and GRIMWOOD._] Well, boyth!
SMYTHE.
[_Shaking hands with VON RETTENMAYER._] Glad to see yer, Baron.
VON RETTENMAYER.
Zo good of you to haf me.
SMYTHE.
Excuse me; I"m just going to wash my hands.
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Detaining him._] Bardon me-- one moment----
SMYTHE.
Eh?
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Dropping his voice._] May I dake the liberdy of indulging in a liddle griticism on your eggcellent blay?
SMYTHE.
Certainly.
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Drawing SMYTHE away from the tables._] Gome here. [_His mouth close to SMYTHE"S ear._] The zecond aggd!
SMYTHE.
Second act; what"s the matter with it?
VON RETTENMAYER.
The pard where the gharming Miss Barradell is ghanging her gostume----
SMYTHE.
Yes?
VON RETTENMAYER.
That is where the biece reguires lifding-- [_with a gesture_] lifding.
SMYTHE.
Lifting?
VON RETTENMAYER.
Mr. Davish-- Mr. Balk-- eggsdremely glever; [_slipping his arm through SMYTHE"S_] but if you could zee your way glear to gif Enid-- Miss Mongreiff-- anoder dance----
SMYTHE.
[_Nodding._] Ah, h"m, h"m.
VON RETTENMAYER.
It would remove the zolitary imberfection.
SMYTHE.
Er-- I"ll think it over. [_Releasing himself._] I"m just going to wash my hands. We"ll talk about it later.
VON RETTENMAYER.