David. (Very emphatically.) No. (Goes to door, suddenly turns round, comes up to him.) Yes. (Comes to the table.) I do play cards with you. You want my money. Very well. I’ll give you a chance of winning all I have in the world.
Sir Brice. (After a look of astonishment.) Good. I’m your man. Any game you like, and any stakes.
David. (Very calm, cold, intense tone all through.) The stakes on my side are some two hundred thousand pounds. The stakes on your side are—your wife and child.
Sir Brice. (Taken aback.) My wife and child.
David. Your wife and child. Come—begin!
(Points to the cards.)
Sir Brice. (Getting flurried.) My wife and child? (Puts his hand restlessly through his hair, looks intently at David. Pause.) All right. (Pause. Cunningly.) I value my wife and child very highly.
David. I value them at all I have in the world. (Pointing to the cards.) Begin!
Sir Brice. You seem in a hurry.