Robert.
No.
William.
Good—Thanks—You are candid—I thank you—But let us suppose,—say that I did turn my back on the whole affair—leave on one side all thought of what it would cost me, say I were to go straight off with you—then what—about—Ida?
Robert.
H’m, Ida—Ida?—(Shrugs his shoulders.) H’m, yes. That’s not so quickly—at least—that wouldn’t trouble me over much.
William.
Ah! That’s your old selfishness!!! Now I recognise you.
Robert.