Sir William.
[To Tom.] Ah! [Tom retreats, getting behind Sir William's chair and looking down upon him.] The truth is, I am beginning to regret my association with ye.
Imogen.
[Her hand to her heart.] Oh—h—h—h!
Tom.
[Under his breath.] Oh! [Holding his fist over Sir William's head.] Oh—h—h—h!
Imogen.
[Piteously]. You—you don't propose to withdraw your capital, Sir William?
Sir William.
That would be a breach of faith, ma'am——