The Brass Bottle: A Farcical Fantastic Play in Four Acts

by F. Anstey

Pringle.

Coming forward.] Er——[Horace and Sylvia separate.] Miss Sylvia—the Professor asked me to tell you——

Sylvia.

I was just coming. [Taking her parasol and moving to door, which Pringle has left open.] Good-bye, Mr. Pringle. [Stopping Horace and Pringle as they are about to see her down the stairs.] No, you mustn't come down, either of you. [To Horace, with an affectation of distance.] Good-bye—Mr. Ventimore.

[She goes out.

Pringle.

[By the table.] I should like to ask you, Ventimore, have you known Miss Futvoye long?

Horace.

[Still at door, looking after Sylvia.] A little over six weeks.

Pringle.