Having thus given the explanation he considers due, he goes on with his work. But peacey has flushed up.
peacey. Look here, Mr. Edward, I'm sorry I began this discussion. You'll give me my two hundred as usual, please, and we'll drop the subject.
edward. By all means drop the subject.
peacey. [his voice rising sharply.] I want the money. I think it is not gentlemanly in you, Mr. Edward, to make these excuses to try to get out of paying it me. Your father would never have made such an excuse.
edward. [flabbergasted.] Do you think I'm lying to you?
peacey. [with a deprecating swallow.] I don't wish to criticise your statements or your actions at all, sir. It was no concern of mine how your father treated his clients.
edward. I understand. And now it's no concern of yours how honest I am. You want your money just the same.
peacey. Well, don't be sarcastic . . a man does get used to a state of affairs whatever it may be.
edward. [with considerable force.] My friend, if I drop sarcasm I shall have to tell you very candidly what I think of you.
peacey. That I'm a thief because I've taken money from a thief!