Omar.
[Fast losing coherence in his extreme intoxication.] I want to talk to you about Thee and Me. That’s what I want to talk about. [Counting on his fingers.] You see there’s the Thee in Me and there’s the Me in Thee. That’s myshticism, that is. Difficult word to say, mysticishm. Must light lamp and see if I can’t find it. Must be somewhere about.
Sáki.
You’re drunk, that’s what you are. Disgracefully drunk.
Omar.
Of course I’m drunk. I am to-day what I was yesterday, and to-morrow I shall not be less. Kiss me.
Sáki.
[Boxing his ears.] I won’t have it, I tell you. I’m a respectable Sáki; and you’re not to take liberties, or I’ll leave you to find your way home alone.
Omar.