Neither what
he's done nor the people he's seen. Talking to him about the past is
not only useless but crazy. His name itself, his very own name, he
sometimes forgets!
Bronlow
Heavens, what are you telling me? What a sad event. But how could he,
at his young age?
Spruce
How? (puzzled momentarily) How? He lost it in the war--in a battery
with the cannon roaring with such fury that it made a commotion in his
head--which prevents him from remembering anything. In his weak head--
this tender membrane. Oh, you cannot understand the effect of a
cannon.
Bronlow (very decently)
I am terribly sorry for what has befallen you, but I assure you that
you do owe me this money.
McNaughten
I can see very clearly that reason has taken leave of you.
Bronlow
Sir, try to recall those uniforms I supplied you with.
McNaughten
Uniforms to me! Go collect your imaginary bills elsewhere. I haven't
the time to listen to your nonsense. You are an old fool.
Bronlow
I am a clothes merchant. My name is Bronlow incorporated, and I am a
churchwarden. If you've lost your memory, the articles are listed in
the bill of sale, which if you would kindly read, will inform you--
(Presenting a bill of sale to McNaughten)
McNaughten (tearing it up and throwing the pieces in Bronlow's face)
Here, take your foolish bill of sale! I've done with it.
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