So much the better! You'll be back in the East all the sooner. And when you _are_ there, you _stay_ there. Don't get disheartened if you don't find Suleymán directly. Keep on pegging away till you _do_! Why, the mere travelling will be a pleasant change for you! FAKRASH. [_On right of table; sententiously._] Well and wisely was it written: "In travel there are five advantages. [_Proceeding to enumerate them on his fingers._] The first of these is----" HORACE. [_Impatiently, as he moves to his bedroom door on right._] I know, I know! Don't you bother to run through them _now_--I've got to dress for dinner. Just you bundle off to Arabia and search for Suleymán like billy-oh. Good-bye! FAKRASH. May Allah never deprive thy friends of thy presence! Never have I encountered a mortal who has pleased me so greatly! HORACE. [_At bedroom door._] Awfully good of you to say so! FAKRASH. Farewell! Prepare to receive a reward beyond all thine expectations! [_He waves his arm, and for ten seconds the room is in utter darkness. There are sounds as of a rushing wind and crashes and rumblings. Then the glimmer of three Arabian hanging lanterns is seen faintly illuminating a large central arch and two smaller side ones. An immense perforated lantern hanging from the domed roof then becomes lit, and reveals an octagonal hall with four curtained arches, the fourth, down on the right, being where HORACE'S bedroom door had been. The walls are decorated in crimson, blue, and gold arabesques. Above the bedroom door is a low divan with richly embroidered cushions. Opposite to it, on the left, is a similar divan. High in the wall overhead is a window with gilded lattice-work, through which is seen a soft blue evening sky._ HORACE. [_With his back to the audience._] Great Scott! What's that old idiot let me in for _now_? MRS. RAPKIN. [_Heard outside the arch up on right of central arch._] Oh, whatever is it _now_? What's 'appened? [_She enters._] Goodness gracious! Mr. Ventimore, sir--what's _come_ to the 'ouse? HORACE. Then--_you_ see a difference, Mrs. Rapkin? MRS. RAPKIN. I don't see nothink as _ain't_ different. For mercy's sake, sir, _'oo's_ been alterin' of it like this? HORACE. Well, _I_ haven't. MRS. RAPKIN. But where are you going to 'ave your dinner-party _now_, sir? HORACE. Where? Why, _here_! There's lots of _room_. MRS. RAPKIN.