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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.
