But I don't see no dinner-table, nor yet no sideboard.
Horace.
Never mind—never mind! Don't make difficulties, Mrs. Rapkin. You must manage somehow.
Mrs. Rapkin.
I'll try, sir, but—not to deceive you—I feel that upset I 'ardly know where I am.
Horace.
You—you'll get used to it. [Persuasively.] And you're going to see me through this, I'm sure. I must go and dress now. [Looking round the hall.] I suppose you haven't any idea where my bedroom is?
Mrs. Rapkin.
I've no idea where any of the rooms has got to, sir!
Horace.