[In an undertone, to him.] Of course not—that's why it's there!
Pringle.
[To Fakrash.] A distinguished archæologist, sir, a corresponding member of every learned society in Europe—reduced to these extremities! [To The Mule, which seems to feel its position acutely.] Professor, as Ventimore has refused to interfere, I have taken on myself to assure this—this venerable Jane——
Horace.
[In an undertone to Pringle.] Jinnee! Call him "Jinnee"!
Pringle.
[To Horace.] I prefer to leave such familiarities to you, Ventimore——[To Mule.]—this venerable personage, Professor, that if you have inadvertently offended him, you are ready to make any reasonable apology. That is so?
[The Mule bows its head.
Fakrash.
Ask if he be willing to surrender the stopper of the bottle wherein I was enclosed.