Bam. I? I never breathed.
Lucy. You squabbled together about the profits.
Bam. We did say something.
Ste. And you pieced it out from that?
Lucy. Yes.
Bam. Um! smart girl, Verity. Chip of the old block.
Ste. Bit too smart this time. I hope she'll never play you a trick like that.
Bam. Yes, by Gad. I hadn't thought of that.
Walter. Well, gentlemen?
Ste. Oh, I'll attend to you. Look here, Sam—Smithson, I'll tackle this chap. Just go into the other room there, will you? (Pushes Smithson to go below table.) I've a private word for the parson.