Sec.
It’ll soon be over. Don’t turn your daughter out. Give me your hand on it. Do you hear? Don’t turn her out, if she——
Anthony.
This is strange talk. Why should I——? Oh, I’m beginning to see! Perhaps I wasn’t unjust to her?
Sec.
Give me your hand on it.
Anthony.
No! (Puts both hands in his pockets.) But I’ll stand out of her way. She knows that. I’ve told her so.
Sec. (in horror).
You have—unhappy man, now I begin to understand you!