[Quietly.] Thanks so much, Mr. Pringle, I think I shall. [Giving him her hand.] Good-night.
[She goes up and joins the group in the glazed balcony.
Pringle.
Good-night. [He turns to Horace.] One moment, Ventimore!
Horace.
Oh, I'm coming to the door with you, old fellow.
[He is about to go up with him, when Pringle detains him.
Pringle.
I only wanted to ask you this. [Lowering his voice.] Where is that Jinnee of yours now?