edward. Don't imagine your money has been specially selected for pilfering.
mr. booth. [with solemn incredulity.] One has read of this sort of thing but . . I thought people always got found out.
edward. [brutally humorous.] Well . . we are found out. You've found us out.
mr. booth. [rising to the full appreciation of his wrongs.] Oh . . I've been foully cheated!
edward. [patiently.] I've told you so.
mr. booth. [his voice breaks, he appeals pitifully.] But by you, Edward . . say it's by you.
edward. [unable to resist his quiet revenge.] I've not the ability or the personality for such work, Mr. Booth . . nothing but principles, which forbid me even to lie to you.
The old gentleman draws a long breath and then speaks with great awe, blending into grief.
mr. booth. I think your father is in Hell . . I'd have gone there myself to save him from it. I loved him very truly. How he could have had the heart! We were friends for nearly fifty years. Am I to think now he only cared for me to cheat me?