Corn. (rises and puts chair back by table) What? She relents? She wavers in her purpose? Then let her go. The matter’s simple enough: pack her off!
Dunn. (rises) But I can’t! It’s all so brutal.
Corn. (with foot on stool) Oh, she’s told you the whole story, eh? but remember my version will put an entirely different light on it. And yet out of cold-blooded vindictiveness she comes here to ruin me with Bea and Sillocks.
Dunn. (putting foot on stool; looks puzzled at Corney—pause) Have you met her before? Have you got that former existence theory?
Corn. If you call a year ago a former existence! (Corney turns going R.)
Dunn. A year ago! (stumbles over stool)
Corn. Yes! When I broke off with her.
Dunn. Broke off! (aside) I didn’t notice she had anything missing.
Corn. Broke off my engagement with her sister.