[Halting opposite Horace, with a menacing gesture.] Take heed to thyself! For if thou dost not restore my seal immediately——!
Horace.
[Facing him composedly.] It's no good trying to bully me, you know. I'm not afraid of you. You sit down and be civil, and promise to do exactly as I tell you—or I'm hanged if I help you to get your seal back.
Fakrash.
[With sudden self-restraint.] My son, it was naught! Am I not thy servant? On the head and eye be all thy commands!
[He sits down on the cushion.
Horace.
Ah, that's better! [He goes to the divan and gets himself a cushion, then sits facing Fakrash.] Now I'll tell you an idea that's just struck me—the Professor said himself that nothing would convince him but seeing you with his own eyes. Well—why shouldn't you go to him?
Fakrash.
[Eagerly.] Tell me where he hath his abode, and I will visit him this same instant.