John.
Oh, whichever you find most procrastinating and evasive.
Fraser.
[Coolly.] I decline your invitation, Mr. Allingham; I have nothing to say to you.
John.
[With clenched hands.] Nothing!
Fraser.
Nothing.
John.
[Glances at Mrs. Cloys, then advances closely to Fraser and speaks to him, in a low voice, beside himself with anger, but betraying nothing by gesture.] Fraser, you are actually responsible for the occurrences of last night. You have never understood your unfortunate wife; but yesterday your behaviour to her was cruel, brutal. I charge you with acting towards her like a brute.