Mrs. Futvoye.
Oh, Anthony! Think! Think!
[General suspense and excitement.
The Mule.
[Irritably.] I am thinking, Sophia! [After further reflection.] Ah! I remember now! I put it inside one of the vases on the mantelpiece, for safety.
[Horace looks aimlessly under the table and sofa; Mrs. Futvoye, Sylvia, and Pringle rush to the fireplace and search the vases.
Mrs. Futvoye and Sylvia.
[Turning vases upside down.] Which? Which? No. It's not there! It's not here.
Pringle.