Ste. No. He's out of it.
Bam. Is he? I take no man's leavings without I know why he left 'em.
Walter. It's all square, man. She's yours now.
Bam. I beg to differ.
Ste. (angrily). What?
Lucy (rises to go). The goods needn't be on exhibition while the sale proceeds.
(Stephen points her angrily to chair l. She sits.)
Ste. Here, sit down. Now, Sam, what's it all about?
Bam. I'd as lief tell you when you're by yourself.
Walter. I thought so.