Spruce (low) He's—he's a visionary. A type of lunatic—with a pleasant character (making it up as he goes along, and becoming more and more inspired) —who believes everyone he meets owes him money. It's his folly to greet everyone he meets and present them with a promissory note—and to demand payment. I am surprised that he hasn't paid you the compliment already. (Aside) I think I did that rather well.
McNaughten
His madness is novel and rare, assuredly.
Spruce (low, to McNaughten) It happens all the time in this city. If you stay here long enough, he may not be the only one you meet.
Bronlow I am delighted to see you in such good health. More than you can imagine. Here's a little bill you ran up before you left. I am sure you won't quibble about paying it.
Spruce (triumphantly)
What did I tell you!
Bronlow Because you were away so long, I was obliged to sue out a judgement against you.
McNaughten
A personal judgement against me!
Bronlow But, kindly creditor that I am—I differ extremely from process servers whose suits and writs give people headaches—I present the bill myself—
McNaughten
You're truly very good and honest. What might be your name?
Bronlow
Oh—you know it very well.