[Goes up R.C. Takes stopper out of the decanter.
Gunning.
Do you know, Clement, I really like you tremendously.
Parbury.
Thanks, old man. Have some more brandy?
Gunning.
No thanks. [Pause.] Don’t stop. I’m interested.
Parbury.
That’s all. I drifted, almost unconsciously, right up to to-day, for all the world like the man in the moral story-book one read as a child on Sundays, who drifted in his boat on the Erie River towards Niagara. To-night I’m conscious—I’m awake—I can feel the water gliding along the boat’s keel. I can see Niagara. I don’t like it. What the devil’s one to do?
Gunning.