Pringle.
Ha-ha! Sound asleep, eh? But you must have had a touch of nightmare when I saw you.
Professor Futvoye.
When you——! [Rising and coming towards him.] How and when could you possibly have seen me, Pringle?
Pringle.
Oh, in your study. When you were lashing out at everything—with your hind legs.
[General sensation; Mrs. Wackerbath and Mrs. Futvoye both rise, and, with Sylvia, come somewhat nearer Pringle.
Professor Futvoye.
With my hind legs!... D'you know, my dear Pringle, you're talking rather wildly?
Pringle.