As if you didn't know, Mrs. Futvoye! I mean the old demon, or whatever he may be, that Ventimore let out of that brass bottle.
All the Others (except Horace).
[Together.] Brass bottle! What brass bottle? What is he talking about?
Pringle.
I'm talking about the bottle he bought for you at that auction yesterday, Professor. You can surely remember that?
Professor Futvoye.
I certainly did ask him to attend a sale. [Approaching Horace.] But I understood you to say just now, Ventimore, that you bought nothing for me?
Horace.
That is so, Professor. As I told you, I was—unlucky.
Mr. Wackerbath.