Carve. I've nothing to say.
Peter. You won't tell me her name?
Carve. I've nothing to say.
Peter. Secondly, I'm instructed to offer something considerable for your signature to an account of Ilam Carve's eccentric life on the Continent.
Carve. Eccentric life on the Continent!
Peter. I shouldn't keep you half an hour—three quarters at most. A hundred pounds. Cash down, you know. Bank notes. All you have to do is to sign.
Carve. (To Janet, exhausted, but disdainful.) I wouldn't mind signing an order for the fellow's execution.
Peter. A hundred and fifty!
Carve. Or burning at the stake.
Peter. (To Looe.) What does he say?