As thou pleasest! To send thee elephants—yea, even in abundance—will be no difficult undertaking.
[He makes a movement as though about to summon them.
Horace.
[Aghast.] Good Lord! Don't you go wasting white elephants on me! You take everything so literally! All I meant was that if these things were white elephants, instead of what they are, I couldn't be more embarrassed! Now do you see?
Fakrash.
[Coming down to right.] Thou seemest to me to be despising riches beyond all price.
Horace.
Exactly! Because they are beyond all price! Look at those sacks—bulging, simply bulging with diamonds and rubies and emeralds as big as ostrich eggs! Well, I can't wear 'em. They'd be too dressy! I can't sell 'em—no one could afford to buy a single one of 'em! And how am I to account for having them at all?
Fakrash.