Horace.
[To the others, airily.] Which probably accounts for his dreams. And, in some exceptional cases, the Efreets—I mean, the effects—don't go off altogether for hours after the operation. Mr. Pringle thinks he can't have been thoroughly awake——
Pringle.
[Rising.] But I am now—I am now!
Horace.
Oh, he is now—quite serious and sensible, and generally himself again.
[A general murmur of polite satisfaction.
Mr. Wackerbath.
[Advancing towards Pringle.] I'm sure I'm very pleased to hear it, Mr. Pringle! Especially as it permits us to hope that we may still have the—ah—pleasure of your company.
[The others echo this sentiment in a somewhat half-hearted manner.