[Rather puzzled.] I merely told them, in the best Arabic I could command, to go back to Harrod's at once.
Mrs. Futvoye.
I am quite sure they cannot have come from Harrod's!
Horace.
You're perfectly right, Mrs. Futvoye. They didn't.
Professor Futvoye.
[Advancing to him.] After that admission, you will hardly be surprised if I tell you—as I do—that you may consider your engagement to my daughter at an end.
Horace.
At an end! Why, what have I done?
Professor Futvoye.