Spruce (to Bronlow, who is horrified)
Oh, sir, against a madman, it is useless to contend.
Bronlow (gathering up the pieces)
To tear up a bill of sale; to throw it in my face. You are a cheater!
McNaughten (ready to attack Bronlow)
Me? A cheater?
Spruce (putting himself between them)
Gentlemen--please--
Bronlow
I will show you.
Spruce (to Bronlow)
Not so much noise. Consider the state to which he has been reduced.
Bronlow
To tear up a receipt!
Spruce
Not such a big thing.
Bronlow
It's a frightful crime--worthy of transportation.
McNaughten
Let me pull his ears!
Spruce
Leave him alone. What would you do to a poor churchwarden?
(To Bronlow)
If you argue any more something terrible may happen.
Bronlow
I want to be paid. I don't give a damn about the rest.
Spruce (to Bronlow)
Leave, sir, leave. Do you want to rekindle the flames in his
overheated mind with your screaming?
Bronlow
Very well--I will leave. But before an hour has passed, I am going to
make him change his tune. Your humble servant.
(Exit Mr. Bronlow)
Spruce
What's the use of getting irritated by a madman?
McNaughten
What? Does he seek me out to be the butt of his impertinences? Let him
take his extravagances down another road.
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