edward. It's quite true.
mr. booth. My money . . gone?
edward. Yes.
mr. booth. [clutching at a straw of anger.] You've been the thief . . you . . you . . ?
edward. I wouldn't tell you if I could help it . . my father.
That actually calls the old man back to something like dignity and self-possession. He thumps on edward's table furiously.
mr. booth. I'll make you prove that.
And now edward buries his face in his arms and just goes off into hysterics.
edward. Oh, you've fired a mine!
mr. booth. [scolding him well.] Slandering your dead father . . and lying to me, revenging yourself by frightening me . . because I detest you.