Well, to inconvenience a man at whose table you feasted last night. Do so!
RANKLING.
I will do so!
QUECKETT.
I say, do so. But the triumph, when you kneel upon my body—for I am bound to tell you that I shall lie down—the triumph will be mine!
RANKLING.
You are welcome to it, sir. Put down that umbrella!
QUECKETT
What for?