William.
Perfectly.
Robert.
Then you’ll come along soon?
William.
I’ll only just—you go first.
Robert.
Right. (Going, stops.) I can’t help it—I’ve got to tell you. Your whole conduct—about father, and—altogether—it’s something to admire. With my cursed prejudices—I too—downright accused you. One—devil take it! It’s a long time since I’ve had such a desire to spit at myself. You’re glad to hear that, eh? Well, perhaps you’ll do me the favour to—if I—I’ve certainly done my level best to vex you since you’ve been home, so—I’m sorry for it—there!
William.
Brother!