Off to Arabia! [Going towards him.] And when—when is he likely to be back?
Horace.
[Suddenly.] Oh! [He collapses into the chair above the fireplace.] I—I've only just remembered. He told me he was going to settle down there!
[General consternation.
Mrs. Futvoye.
And is my husband to remain a mule for the rest of his life?
[Furious plunging heard from study.
Horace.
[In a choked voice.] Don't ask me, Mrs. Futvoye—don't ask me!