[As before.] An' if everythin' gets ten times worse'n it is—no! You can all beat down on me; I don't deserve no better! Go on an' wipe your boots on me, but …
FLAMM
[Who is standing by the table, turns suddenly with indignant astonishment toward ROSE. He strives to master his rage. Suddenly however he brings down his fist on the table top with resounding violence.] I will be damned to all …!
ROSE
For heaven's sake …
MRS. FLAMM, wheeled by a maid servant, appears at the door of the den.
MRS. FLAMM
What is the trouble, Christopher?
FLAMM who has turned deadly pale, pulls himself together energetically, takes his hat and cane from the wall and goes out through the door at the right.