I shall put this
American impostor in his place. [_He goes out_].
BURGE-LUBIN [_calling after him_] God bless you, dear old chap! [_With
a chuckle, he switches off; and the screen becomes blank. He presses a
button and holds it down while he calls_] Hallo!
A WOMAN'S VOICE. Hallo!
BURGE-LUBIN [_formally_] The President respectfully solicits the
privilege of an interview with the Chief Secretary, and holds himself
entirely at his honor's august disposal.
A CHINESE VOICE. He is coming.
BURGE-LUBIN. Oh! That you, Confucius? So good of you. Come along [_he
releases the button_].
_A man in a yellow gown, presenting the general appearance of a Chinese
sage, enters._
BURGE-LUBIN [_jocularly_] Well, illustrious Sage-&-Onions, how are your
poor sore feet?
CONFUCIUS [_gravely_] I thank you for your kind inquiries. I am well.
BURGE-LUBIN. Thats right. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Any
business for me today?
CONFUCIUS [_sitting down on the first chair round the corner of the
table to the President's right_] None.
BURGE-LUBIN.
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