... of the damned in his vat of boiling oil, if anything amuses him! Mine is not physical torment. I suffer imprisonment, humiliation, darkness, neglect—
(The train stops. A conductor on the platform cries "Aw-ll a-bor!! ... awl aborr!!")
TOBY-DOG (bewildered)
Someone's crying out! There's an accident!! Let's run!!!
(He throws himself against the carriage door and scratches madly at it.)
SHE, (half asleep)
Toby dear, you're a nuisance!
TOBY-DOG (distracted)
Oh, you inexplicable person! How can you sit there quietly? Don't you hear those cries? They're stopping now—the accident has gone away. Wish I'd known...
(The train starts again.)