[Wiping his brow.] Known Michael for years—most capable, invaluable fellow——
Imogen.
[Simply.] I wish he was dead.
Tom.
So do I.
[O'Dwyer returns, carrying a light chair.]
Tom.
Well, where's the property-man?
O'Dwyer.
[Pleasantly.] It's all right now. He's gone to dinner.