Well, you look and see what _you_ make of them! MRS. RAPKIN. [_Looking down over balcony._] Lor! They _do_ look like camuels, sir--or _somethink_ o' that. I expect they belong to the 'Ippodrome, or else a circus. HORACE. [_Relieved._] I say, what a sensible woman you are! Of course! I never thought of _that_! MRS. RAPKIN. [_Still looking out, while the chant finishes with a few shouts, as though a halt were called._] They seem to be stopping outside the 'ouse. Them camuels have folded up, and all the niggers as is with them is a kneelin' down with their noses on the kerbstone! HORACE. [_Uncomfortably._] They're only _resting_. Come away and don't take any notice. They'll move on presently. MRS. RAPKIN. [_Still at window._] But they're _unpackin'_ the camuels now! And--well, if they ain't bringing everythink in _'ere_! [_She retreats to behind the table._ HORACE. 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._ HORACE. Look here! I say,--you fellows! You've come to the wrong house! [_The slaves pay no attention to him._ MRS. RAPKIN. 'Ere! my good _men_, what are you comin' in '_ere_ for, bringing all your dust into my apartments? HORACE. [_Standing paralysed; to himself._] We can't _both_ be dreaming! MRS. RAPKIN. [_Trying to remonstrate with slaves._] This rubbish don't belong _'ere_! I can't 'ave the 'ole place littered up with it! You needn't act so ridic'lous if you _are_ niggers! [_To HORACE._] It ain't no use _my_ talking to 'em, sir. They're not like _Christians_--they're deaf and dumb, seemingly! _You_ try! HORACE.