The Brass Bottle: A Farcical Fantastic Play in Four Acts. Anstey F.

      I don't see nothink as ain't different. For mercy's sake, sir, 'oo's been alterin' of it like this?

      Well, I haven't.

      But where are you going to 'ave your dinner-party now, sir?

      Where? Why, here! There's lots of room.

      But I don't see no dinner-table, nor yet no sideboard.

      Never mind – never mind! Don't make difficulties, Mrs. Rapkin. You must manage somehow.

      I'll try, sir, but – not to deceive you – I feel that upset I 'ardly know where I am.

      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?