TY. Yas, sir, we most certainly is!

DUKE. I suppose that means that you will keep faith with Her Highness?

JARVIS. Yes.

DUKE. I never saw a man quite so anxious to be killed; but there it is:
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

JARVIS. I'd rather be an energetic fool than an angel with cold feet.

DUKE. I am sorry for you.

JARVIS. (_Crossing to_ DUKE) Your Excellency, I decline your offer and
your advice and your sympathy, and I'll tell you why. I once saw a
gambler lay down four aces. Just think of it: four fat aces. He looked
the dealer straight in the eye and said: "The play ain't natural." Now,
you tried to have me arrested on the steamer, you have tried to block me
in every move I have made. Now, all of a sudden you express the utmost
anxiety as to what's going to happen to me in the castle. You even offer
to buy me off. You advise me to stay out. Shall I take your advice? No.
"The play ain't natural."

DUKE. You have intruded into a matter which you neither understand nor
appreciate. If, as you say, the play seems unnatural, throw the cards
and stay out of the game.

JARVIS. No, I'll stay right in the game, but I am going to watch the
dealer. Well, come along, Rusty. (_Cross to_ RUSTY.) Let's see if we can
find the landlord. (_Picking up bags._)

RUSTY. I'd like to find a piece of chicken.

JARVIS. Chicken, Rusty? What put that in your head?

RUSTY. I's powerful hungry, Marse Warren.

JARVIS. What--again?

RUSTY. No, sir--it's the same old hunger.

JARVIS. Well, Rusty, you are not going to get anything to eat until we
finish the job.

RUSTY. Good Lord, have I got to wait till you're dead before I eat?
(_They start with bags to cross to stairway. Enter_ PRINCESS _on
stairs_.)

DUKE. Well, all Segura will be buzzing with your ghost hunt tonight. The
whole town will sit up to hear of the outcome.

JARVIS. And where are you going to get the returns, Duke?

DUKE. Unfortunately, I must leave at once. I have an urgent summons to
Madrid.

JARVIS. Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry you're leaving us. Won't you
even be around at the finish, your Excellency?

DUKE. I am sorry, Mr. Warren, but I must go.

JARVIS. Well, I call that a shame.

PRINCESS. (_Coming downstairs--to_ PEDRO _entering_ R.) Pedro, this is
Mr. Warren. Attend to his wants.

PEDRO. (_Bowing_) Yes, your Highness! (PRINCESS _crosses_ L.C. PEDRO
_goes upstairs_.) This way. (JARVIS _and_ RUSTY _following_ PEDRO
_upstairs_.