Mrs. Futvoye and Sylvia.
[Together.] Yes, yes, indeed—indeed we do!
[Horace sinks speechlessly on chair by sofa on right.
Fakrash.
[To Pringle.] I will hearken unto thee, for indeed thou seemest a person of abundant intelligence and excellent conduct.
Pringle.
You're very kind—I hope I am. Hem! [Going nearer Fakrash.] I am sure, sir, that, if you had realised the serious embarrassment you have caused the members of this household by transforming its head into a one-eyed mule, you would never have allowed your—your sense of humour to carry you so far.
Fakrash.
For mine own safety was it accomplished—for the sage threatened to deliver me into custody.
Horace.