Pringle.
I can't say—I didn't inquire.
Horace.
[To the others.] Naturally—he wouldn't inquire. But—well, you know what ef—I mean, anæsthetics are!
All (except Pringle).
To be sure! Yes, yes. Of course!
Horace.
They give you the queerest dreams. And, just before, as it happens, Mr. Pringle had been reading "The Arabian Nights." [To Pringle.] You did say "The Arabian Nights," didn't you?
Pringle.
"The Arabian Nights"—yes. I read it regularly.