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. Your Highness!

. Keep it, I tell you.

. Oh, bella! Look, Tommy! Diamonds; and these are like yours.

. Rubies!

. Did you say they were verses? [Reading.]

"O, you, the master-mistress"

I can't read any more.

. You won't be any worse off.

. Here come Donina and Zaida.

. That Arab girl?—at least that is what she calls herself.

. It's a fact, though. She's from Constantina in Algiers; she's a Jewess. She did Oriental dances; then her manager turned her over to ours, so since then she has been dancing with us. She'd pass for a Neapolitan.

. I thought she was one.

. She's always crying—that is her sort. She cries over everything.

. Who pays the bills?

. No one; she isn't that way. She likes me, though, pretty well; she's such a friend of Donina's that if I say anything, she's up in a minute. She's in love with Donina, daft over her. And fierce as a lion!

. Pretty soon it will be love all around through the triangle.

. No, she's a lamb.

. No wonder, living with you. We shall meet you then later. Do you go straight from here?

. Just as we are; it's all arranged.

Prince Florencio, Nobody will be missing?

. No, I'll show you who's your friend.