VAN. (L.) You are a likely looking fellow!
FAST. Return me that letter, sir—this instant.
VAN. Be quiet, Fastman. Don’t kick up a row.
FAST. What right have you—
VAN. Be quiet, Fastman. I have every right in the world, to pitch you out of that window, if I think proper.
FAST. Ah, indeed!
(REBECCA gets down, R.
VAN. But I waive it—I waive it, on the condition of your becoming the instrument of my revenge. I hereby, in the presence of a witness, invest you with full powers to that end.
FAST. I don’t understand you!