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. [_Going to arch down on right._] I expect it's through here. [_As he goes out, RAPKIN enters from the arch on left of central arch. He is respectably dressed--type of elderly retired butler; just now he is slightly and solemnly fuddled._ MRS. RAPKIN. William, this is a pretty state o' things! RAPKIN. What's marrer, M'rire? I'm all _ri'_. On'y bin a-improvin' o' my mind in Public Libery. MRS. RAPKIN. Public Libery, indeed! You and your Public Libery. RAPKIN. It's pos'tive fac'. Bin p'rusin' En-ensicklypejia Britannia. [_He stands blinking and slightly swaying._ MRS. RAPKIN. But do you mean to say you don't _see_ nothing? RAPKIN. [_Muzzily._] Not over distinct, M'rire. Curus opt'cal d'lusion--due to overshtudy--everything's spinnin' round. 'Ave I stepped into Alhambra, or 'ave I not? That's all _I_ want to know. HORACE. [_Outside from right._] That you, Rapkin? I want you. MRS. RAPKIN. [_To RAPKIN._] You ast _'im_ where you are--he's better able to tell you than I am. I'm going back to my kitching. [_She hesitates for a moment as to which arch to go out by, and finally goes out by the one on right of central arch._ HORACE. [_Outside._] Rapkin, I say! [_Then entering from the lower arch on right as soon as MRS. RAPKIN has gone; he is wearing a richly embroidered Oriental robe, &c., and a jewelled turban and plume, of which he is entirely unconscious._] Oh, _there_ you are! Don't stand there gaping like a fish at a flower-show! Where the deuce are my evening clothes? RAPKIN. [_Staring at him._] I don't know if it's _'nother_ opt'cal d'lusion--but you appear t' me to ha' gorrem _on_. HORACE. Eh, what? Nonsense! [_Suddenly discovering that he is in a robe and turban._] Hang it! I can't dine in these things! Just see if you can't find--no, there's no time. _You_ haven't changed yet! Look sharp, the people will be here in a minute or two--you _must_ be ready to open the door to them. RAPKIN. [_Looking round the hall._] I don't seem to see no doors--on'y arches. I _can't_ open a arch--even if it would stay still. HORACE.