Great Scott!
[He comes down to left of stage.
Mrs. Rapkin.
They wouldn't be more things as you've been buying at that auction, sir, would they?
[The chant is heard now inside the house.
Horace.
No, no. It's a mistake! It must be a mistake!
Mrs. Rapkin.
Then I'd better go and tell them——
[She moves towards door to landing, but before she reaches it, it flies open mysteriously. A moment afterwards a tall, fierce Oriental in turban and robes appears in doorway and salaams. Mrs. Rapkin recoils with a cry. Then a train of black slaves enter, carrying large sacks, bales, and chests, which they deposit on the table and floor, till the room is completely blocked; their chief stands down on right, with his back to the audience, and directs them by gestures.