Horace.
[With authority, to Fakrash.] Let this unfortunate gentleman up, will you! I command you. Both on the head and eye!
Fakrash.
[Sullenly, to Horace.] But for the magnitude of thy services——! Be it as thou wilt. [He extends his arm over Mr. Wackerbath.] Rise! [Mr. Wackerbath rises and drops into chair by table, exhausted.] Depart, and show us the breadth of thy shoulders.
[Mr. Wackerbath gets up, puffing, and backs to the door.
Horace.
[Going towards him with concern.] My dear sir, you must believe I've had no share in this! I—I really don't know how to apologise——
Mr. Wackerbath.
[With his eyes on Fakrash.] Don't mention it, sir, pray don't mention it. I am perfectly satisfied—perfectly!
Horace.