GERALD. Not particularly.
CLERK. Oh! He'll be out directly, sir—if you'd like me to go back and tell him you wanted him?
GERALD. No, thank you.
CLERK. Good night, sir. Excuse me asking.
GERALD. Good night.
ANABEL. Who is Mr. Breffitt?
GERALD. He is the chief clerk—and cashier—one of father's old pillars of society.
ANABEL. Don't you like him?
GERALD. Not much.
ANABEL. Why?—You seem to dislike very easily.