Sylvia.
[Recoiling from him with aversion.] To transform him into a mule?
[She goes to a chair below fireplace, and seats herself in despair.
Horace.
[Rising and going towards her.] No, no! I wanted old Fakrash to convince him that he really had been in the bottle—but not like this! I thought I could trust him to do that! [Bitterly.] But I might have known!
Pringle.
So you still stick to that story about the Jinnee?
Horace.
Surely even you must believe it now?
Pringle.