Horace.
[In his ear.] Shut up, can't you?
Mrs. Futvoye.
Really, Mr. Pringle! [To Mr. Wackerbath.] I was about to say—when Mr. Pringle interrupted me—that my husband found, on going into his study after lunch this afternoon, that it was completely wrecked.
Mr. Wackerbath.
Wrecked? You don't say so!
Mrs. Futvoye.
Everything—bookcases, all his ancient glass and pottery——
Professor Futvoye.
A valuable mummy!