[Sardonically.] That's the best news I've heard from you—so far.
Fakrash.
[Gloomily.] Uneasiness hath entered into my heart and I am sore troubled.
Horace.
So you ought to be after your latest performance. I suppose you know you've wrecked my chances as an architect? But never mind that now—have you found time to look up the Professor yet?
Fakrash.
I have but lately parted from him.
[He comes to fireplace.
Horace.
And you went to Cottesmore Gardens in that kit? [Amused in spite of himself.] If you could only see yourself!