“You have stolen the rice of my honorable father,” was the translation beneath the phonetic pronunciation. She closed the book hastily. “I think you are just too smart for words, doctor,” she said. CHAPTER XI A STUDENT PRINCE The Imperial Hotel afforded the travelers every conceivable luxury, perfect service, and cosmopolitan meals. Dulcie found her room a bower of flowers. She had her personal maid, a demure, slant-eyed little thing. Little Kamani did not seem to sense any handicap in the fact that neither could speak the other’s language. Smiles made easy contact. Very early the following morning, the lobby was filled with important-looking Japanese, all in immaculate European clothes. Only in their homes, or on very special state occasions, do the modern Japanese wear the beautiful kimonas of the old regime. Many of the men present were members of the Imperial household. As Dulcie stood talking to Doctor Trigg, Wally joined them. “Well, Dulcie, how do you like this crazy country? The people—aren’t they a riot? And they take themselves so seriously, too.” “Keep still, Wally!” said Dulcie, hotly. “I think you are perfectly inexcusable, the way you air your views.” “They don’t understand,” said Wally carelessly. “Sort of half-witted, anyhow.” At that moment a young Japanese who was standing directly behind Wally turned to look at him. As he did so, he saw Doctor Trigg. A look of amazement flickered across his placid countenance. He stepped quickly around the group, and with an apologetic bow to Dulcie, hastened to the doctor with outstretched hands. “Doctor Trigg!” he exclaimed in fluent English. “Well, well, what do you think of this? Fortune attends me!” He shook the doctor’s hands, and almost embraced him. “Surely you remember me?” “I most certainly do,” exclaimed Doctor Trigg. “Well, my dear boy, this certainly is a delightful reunion. Of course I haven’t forgotten you!” He turned to Dulcie. “Let me present to you one of my old and most promising students.” He hesitated. “What’s your title over here, Hata? Prince, I believe?” The Prince bowed deeply to Dulcie. “Mr. Cram, Prince Hata.” Again the Prince bowed; but this time it was a haughty salutation, and his black eyes regarded the smiling countenance before him curiously. He turned abruptly to Doctor Trigg. “You came in the Moonbeam, I take it, sir. How delightful! I have already paid compliments of day to your distinguished young captain. Do please consider yourself most particularly my guest during your stay; and Miss Hammond, if she will be so gracious, must meet my honored mother and my sisters. And you must see something of our Tokio; not this make-believe Paris, but the old city. For it still exists, hidden away. And I have a million questions to ask you, Doctor Trigg, about Princeton.” “Doctor Sims is in the party, too,” said the professor.