I don't, indeed. Unless—unless you've discovered the—the means by which you were induced to come to me yesterday. But, after all, there's no great harm done.
Mr. Wackerbath.
[Bursting with rage.] No great harm! You can stand there and tell me that!
Horace.
[Calmly.] Certainly. If you prefer to go to some other architect, you're perfectly free to do so.
Mr. Wackerbath.
[Frantically.] Free! Free!! When the damned house is built!
Horace and Pringle.
[Together, each starting back.] Built?
Mr. Wackerbath.