O beloved, awake!" And once more: "Nehes! O Samaris!" Silence, broken by a strange, sweet, drowsy plaint like a child awakened at midnight by a dazzling light. "Samaris!" Then, through the stillness, a little laugh, and a softly tremulous voice: "Ari un āhā, O Entuk sen!" "What we want to do," said Gatewood over the telephone, "is to give you a corking little dinner at the Santa Regina.