You shall be, very soon. Fakrash, clear that palace away at once. Sharp, now!
Mr. Wackerbath.
[Nervously, to Fakrash.] No, no, I couldn't think of troubling you. I—I couldn't wish for a more delightful residential mansion, I assure you!
Horace.
[Coming to Fakrash.] I've told you to obliterate that palace, Fakrash. Am I to tell you twice?
Fakrash.
Hath not this overfed father of dogs—[Mr. Wackerbath starts, but controls his resentment immediately]—expressed his satisfaction with it?
Horace.
It won't do, Fakrash! Do as you're told—and be quick about it.
Fakrash.