The Oriental interior has gone, Pringle,—vanished into space!
Pringle.
Nonsense! How could solidly constructed halls like those vanish in a night?
Horace.
I don't pretend to know how—but they have, and that's enough for me!
[He returns to his drawing.
Pringle.
[Going back to fireplace.] And this client of yours—has he vanished, too?
Horace.