Oh, I seem to get worse every day.
[Has risen and advances.] You ought to go home, father. Try to get a little sleep—
[Impatiently.] Go to bed, I suppose? Would you have me stifled outright?
Then take a little walk.
Yes, do. I will come with you.
[With warmth.] I will not go till he comes! I and determined to have it out this evening with—[in a tone of suppressed bitterness]—with him—with the chief.
[Anxiously.] Oh no, uncle,—do wait awhile before doing that!
Yes, better wait, father!
[Draws is breath laboriously.] Ha—ha—! I haven't much time for waiting.
[Listening.] Hush! I hear him on the stairs.