Mrs. Futvoye.
Oh, Anthony!
The Mule.
We shall at least be a more united family than we are now!
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Frantically.] Anthony! Don't provoke him! Think of others!
Fakrash.
[With some anxiety.] Hearken! I am disposed to show thee indulgence. Obey,—and I will restore thee to what thou wert.
The Mule.
Why couldn't you say so before? I'll accept those terms, as there's no alternative. Only—[with his head on one side reflectively]—I can't for the life of me recollect what I did with that seal. Tut-tut!