You know why.
Leonard.
By God, I don’t.
Sec.
Never mind. You’ll remember when you breathe your last.
Leonard.
I haven’t the faintest idea.
Sec.
Now just come to your senses. Or else I might shoot you down for a mad dog that has bitten what is dearest to me, without knowing what I was doing;—as it is I’ve got to treat you as an equal for half an hour.
Leonard.