Ha! And you seriously expect us to believe this cock-and-bull story as an explanation—unsupported by any kind of proof?
Horace.
Not unsupported, Professor! How about these halls?
Professor Futvoye.
They are only evidence of your unbridled extravagance, sir! Where is this precious Jinnee you talk about? Produce him—let me see him with my own eyes, and I might—but, bah! you won't venture to accept that challenge, I'm sure of that!
[He crosses to Mrs. Futvoye and Pringle.
Horace.
It's unfortunate—but Fakrash has—er—left the country. I don't expect him back for some time—if at all.
Professor Futvoye.
Nor I, sir, nor I! Sophia, you and Sylvia had better go to the vestibule and get your things on.