_Fancied!_ Why, _I_ see 'em same as you did, didn't I? MRS. RAPKIN. You! You'd ha' seen anythink in the condition _you_ was in! And, any'ow, the 'ouse was just as usual when we come in. RAPKIN. It _was_--and that on'y made it all the rummier! For you can't deny as there was _somethink_ queer goin' on 'ere. MRS. RAPKIN. [_Severely._] There was _you_, William! And you'll go on from bad to worse if you don't give up nippin'! [_She goes up to bookcase on the left._ RAPKIN. Oh, come _orf_ it, Marire! You tole me yourself you see a percession of camels stop at our door long before _I_ got 'ome! MRS. RAPKIN. And I did--if it was my last words. Camuels and furrin' parties as brought in packages off of them. Luckily, they was all gone afore the neighbours 'ad time to take notice. [_Coming down to table._] And the best thing you and me can do is to let bygones _be_ bygones, and 'old our tongues about it. RAPKIN. All very fine--but 'ow do we know Mr. Ventimore mayn't be up to _more_ of these 'ere games? MRS. RAPKIN. Mr. Ventimore! I _did_ blame him--at first. But I'm sure now as _'e_ 'ad nothink to do with it. Poor dear young gentleman, we've never known 'im beyave otherwise than _as_ a gentleman, and----[_There is a sound outside of rushing wind, as FAKRASH swoops down with HORACE and both alight on the balcony; MRS. RAPKIN turns, screams, and sinks into a chair on the right of the fireplace._] Bless us and save us! Oh, Mr. Ventimore! [_Seeing FAKRASH._] And who's _that_? HORACE. [_Disengaging himself from FAKRASH, and stepping in._] That will do, Mrs. Rapkin. Can't I bring a--a friend in with me without your making all this fuss about it? MRS. RAPKIN. [_Rising, with dignity._] When you and your friends come flyin' in at first-floor windows like pidgins, Mr. Ventimore, you must expect _some_ notice to be took. [_RAPKIN makes a movement to the left as though fascinated by FAKRASH, who stands impassively by the window._] It's giving my 'ouse a bad name, and, as I've always kep' these apartments respectable 'itherto, you'll be good enough to find others where they're less partickler, for put up with it I won't! HORACE. All right, all right! You can go now--[_touching RAPKIN, who seems spellbound with fear of FAKRASH_]--_both_ of you. I've some business to settle with this--gentleman. MRS. RAPKIN. [_At door._] I'm going. RAPKIN. [_As he follows, still keeping his eyes on FAKRASH._] 'E's done it, Marire--sold 'isself, _'e_ 'as! Ah! [_As he goes out with MRS. RAPKIN._] I wouldn't be in _his_ shoes for somethink! [_The moment they have gone HORACE rushes to the door, opens it to make sure that they are not listening outside, then locks it, and comes down to FAKRASH in a white rage._ HORACE.