[Dazed.] How did this occur?
Clara.
You were tottering, and I caught you.
De Foenix.
[Collecting his senses.] I wemember. I placed myself in an upwight position, dearwest, to prewent myself dozing.
Clara.
[Sinking on to the couch.] How you alarmed me! [Seeing that Rose is laughing, De Foenix comes down to her.]
De Foenix.
[In a low voice.] Might have been a very serwious accident, Miss Trelawny.