Carve. Well, you see we're more like brothers—been together so long. He gives me his best suits too. Look at this waistcoat. (Motions the hypnotised Pascoe to take a chair. They light their cigarettes.)
(Enter Horning.)
Pascoe. (Somewhat impatient.) He's not worse already?
Horning. Where's that brandy and water?
Pascoe. Be careful. He's had about enough of that.
Horning. Seeing I've had no dinner yet—I thought it might suit me. (Exit with tumbler.)
Pascoe. (To Carve with renewed eagerness.) So there is a special reason why you keep out of England.
Carve. Yes—shyness.
[27]Pascoe. How—shyness?
Carve. Just simple shyness. Shyness is a disease with the governor, a perfect disease.