Mr. Wackerbath.
You will oblige me by staying. I should like your opinion—as an architect—on the way I've been treated.
[He puts down his hat on the cabinet by the door.
Pringle.
Oh, if Mr. Ventimore has no objection——
Horace.
Well—oh, stay if you think proper. [To Mr. Wackerbath, offering armchair on left of table.] Now, sir; if you'll sit down and compose yourself——
Mr. Wackerbath.
I will not sit down, sir, and I find it difficult to compose myself. You know very well why!
Horace.