It opened with a jerk and Pu-yi stood there in his skull cap with the coral button on the top and wrapped in a bear-skin robe.
My honorable name, honorable sir, is Pu-yi, which will convey nothing to you.
"What a marvelous intellect that fellow Pu-yi has," he said confidentially.
Pu-yi bent down to the handle, turned it gently, and—it opened.
Do exactly as Pu-yi says, dear, and remember that all is well.
In front of us was the steel gate and the motionless figure of Pu-yi.
It was then that a man came in to say that Mr. Pu-yi begged the honor of an audience.
Pu-yi was absolutely genuine, but he, in common with my daughter, knew nothing of the truth until you told it him.
I never met, as I have said before, a more courteous gentleman than Pu-yi.
Pu-yi raised a thin arm over his head and it seemed to clutch crookedly at the somber panoply aloft.