[Austerely.] Considering that, when I last saw you, you were flying over the chimney-pots with an Oriental enchanter you had released from a brass bottle——
Horace.
[Seating himself on sofa by fireplace.] Ah! So you haven't forgotten!
Pringle.
It's hardly a thing one would be likely to forget in a hurry. You were being conducted to meet your bride, I think—are you beginning your honeymoon in this hotel?
Horace.
If you want to know, I'm here because I'm dining with the Wackerbaths.
Pringle.
What!—the client I met in your office this morning? Then he must have an uncommonly short memory, that's all! But, whether you're dining with him or not, that's no reason why you should have forced your way in here! I suppose you're hoping that, if you can only see Miss Futvoye——
Horace.