[Moving to right behind the sofa.] Let the rat, while he is still between the leopard's paws, observe rigidly all the laws of politeness! Take heed—or thou mayst become more hideous even than a mule!
[General sensation.
Professor Futvoye.
Eh? I spoke hastily—but I meant nothing offensive! I—I'm very much obliged to you. And now don't let us detain you—either of you—from your other engagements.
Horace.
[Coming forward.] I'm going, sir—but I must say one last word to Sylvia——!
Fakrash.
[To Sylvia.] Hearken not to this deceiver, O damsel,—for he will never wed thee!
Sylvia.