BIMBO
Faugh! (He turns back to the table and throws himself in his chair. The two captives watch him, terrorized, and as at some resentful thought he strikes the table with his clenched fist, Lydia utters a little cry. He stares at her fiercely.) What, mistress?
LYDIA
Nothing.
(Shivers.)
BIMBO (gruffly to the Gunner)
Send us Brimstone with fire.
LYDIA (crying out at this faintly)
Ah!
(The Gunner goes out promptly.)
BIMBO
What?
LYDIA (weakly)
Brimstone and fire! For—what?
BIMBO
For you.
ROBERT
For her?
BIMBO
Who else? D’ye think I want ’em for me? For you, mistress!
(He begins to apply himself to the ledger.)
LYDIA (appealingly)
Robert!
(She rises, and so does Robert.)