[Angrily.] Damn it, sir, we're not likely to chatter about it!
Pringle.
[Approaching Fakrash, reassuringly.] It will never be allowed to go beyond the family.
Fakrash.
[To Pringle.] O eloquent and comely-faced one, I accept thy undertaking, for thou art indeed a worthy and honourable person. [As Pringle, highly flattered, returns to The Mule, Fakrash beckons Mrs. Futvoye.] In order that I may restore thy husband, bring me hither a cup of fair water.
Mrs. Futvoye.
There's some in the dining-room. [Going towards door to hall.] At least, it's filtered, if that will do!
The Mule.
Don't ask foolish questions, Sophia—do as you're told!
Mrs. Futvoye.