[He touches Horace's shoulder; Horace recoils.
Horace.
I shall come round in time! [By the table, to Fakrash.] You tell me you've just come out of this bottle?
Fakrash.
Dost thou doubt that it is even as I have said?
Horace.
Well, I should have thought myself you'd take a bigger size in bottles. But of course, I couldn't doubt you if I saw you get into it again.
Fakrash.
That would be the easiest of actions! [He makes a sudden swooping movement, as though to re-enter the bottle, and then thinks better of it.] But I should indeed be a silly-bearded one to do this thing, since thou mightst be tempted to seal me up once more!
Horace.