[Has gradually realised BRUNO'S presence as though he were a ghost.] Bruno, is that you?
BRUNO
[Who has recognised JOHN in a flash, softly.] Sure, it's me, Jette.
MRS. JOHN
Where d'you come from? What d'you want?
BRUNO
I been dancin' all night, Jette! You c'n see, can't you, that I'm dam' jolly?
JOHN
[Has been staring steadily at BRUNO. A dangerous pallor has overspread his face. He now goes slowly to a small cupboard, takes out an old army revolver and loads it. MRS. JOHN does not observe this.] You! Listen! I'll tell you somethin'—somethin' you forgot, maybe. There ain't no reason on God's earth why I shouldn't pull this here trigger! You scoundrel! You ain't fit to be among human bein's! I told you … las' fall it was … that I'd shoot you down if I ever laid eyes on you in my home again! Now go … or I'll … shoot. Y'understan'?