“Truly, this is the happy day of fulfilled desires!” exclaimed the Prince. Wally broke into the conversation. Here was a prince! He had heard that the Japanese nobility were very exclusive. What an incident to tell back home! Doc calling him “my dear boy,” too, and patting him on the back. It was time he asserted himself. “I’m a Princeton man, too,” he said, smiling ingratiatingly. Prince Hata looked at him pleasantly. His face did not change, his voice when he spoke was gentle and courteous. “Indeed!” he said, but Wally felt as though a sizable pail of ice water had been dumped over him. “Where is the dear doctor?” Hata asked, turning to the older man. “Does he still roar horribly? Such a bluff! And does he still collect—what is it? Oh, yes, epitaphs. I will make him very happy. We have some wonderful ones near the temple on my father’s estate. Shall we go and find him?” He turned, and they started out. Wally pressed close to the young nobleman, but at the door Hata faced him, and bowed. “Good-bye,” he said distinctly. “It may be that we shall meet again.” He turned and joined the others, who had gone forward. Walter Cram gazed after the trim, dignified little figure. He felt the hot flush of mortification in his face. The darned Jap! he had heard every word he had said in the lobby. He wondered if the chauffeur of the night before had also understood English. There was the big car waiting at the curb. Wally’s curiosity drove him on. He crossed the sidewalk and spoke to the driver. “Are you detailed to look after our party today?” he asked. “Yes, sir, for the duration of your stay,” came the instant answer in perfect English. Wally turned and went into the hotel. He found his way to the men’s lounge, and to a big wing chair in a corner. There he sat and thought, cursing himself for his breaks. Prince Hata and the two old men talked of the days, only two or three years back, when Hata had been at Princeton. It had not occurred to either of them that they might see this former pupil, and here they were, walking slowly up and down, arm in arm. But here the two who had been teachers, and therefore in authority, were the guests, and Hata, talking fast, was planning all sorts of wonderful entertainments for them. Prince Hata and his two old teachers started gaily off to look at temples and jade and epitaphs. Hata had even remembered epitaphs! They would have a grand time, and it was easy to see that Prince Hata was hungry to hear all about Princeton. Dulcie found her father and David in close consultation in the reading room, while near the door half a dozen Japanese officers waited patiently for the conversation to end. This was no place for Dulcie. She went down to the lobby again and found Red, scarcely recognizable in white suit and shoes, his coppery hair painstakingly flat, his eyes bluer than ever.