Dunn. (follows Corney) What d’ye mean by deck out? She’s not a shop window, and don’t call her my beauty, I have never made any special claim to comeliness.
Corn. Oh, come Dunn! (gets L. of table)
Dunn. (R. of table) Don’t, Oh come Dunn me!
Corn. (turns on Dunn across table) I had a high opinion of you once.
Dunn. (same business) I never had a high opinion of you at any time.
Corn. I was mistaken.
Dunn. I wasn’t! You’re no good—you’re not solid; you’ve about as much vertebral support to you as a rubber pipe; you haven’t the pluck to stand by your own tom-fooleries, but shift the blame on to others.
Corn. (across table) You never will understand how necessary it is for me not to worry. The doctor says I cannot both worry and live.
Dunn. (across table) Then worry and die! I’ve had enough of this scapegoat business. You can allot me shares in a newer enterprise. (sits R. of table)
Corn. (crossing behind table to C.) And this is your gratitude to me for letting you down easy?