EDGAR. What’s this trick of calling me brother?
LEONARD. I’m tasting the relationship. There’s a certain piquancy in calling you brother.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Leonard, you won’t quarrel with your brother.
LEONARD. No. And yet he’s one of the men I could quarrel with. Once or twice I’ve been angry with Edgar. I’ve had the true intoxication of anger. [To EDGAR.] Do you know it? It’s a delirious joy. Your brain streams out like a scarlet banner.
EDGAR. You quarrelled over trifles.
LEONARD. Yes, they would do. Our differences were deep.
TIMBRELL. Well, Pendleton. I hope you’re having a pleasant evening.
MRS. PENDLETON. Oh! we don’t count this little bit of time before dinner.
PENDLETON. I don’t like brothers to quarrel, though. I hope you young fellows will make it up before the evening’s out.