Spruce
Not such a big thing.
Bronlow
It's a frightful crime—worthy of transportation.
McNaughten
Let me pull his ears!
Spruce
Leave him alone. What would you do to a poor churchwarden?
(To Bronlow)
If you argue any more something terrible may happen.
Bronlow
I want to be paid. I don't give a damn about the rest.
Spruce (to Bronlow) Leave, sir, leave. Do you want to rekindle the flames in his overheated mind with your screaming?
Bronlow Very well—I will leave. But before an hour has passed, I am going to make him change his tune. Your humble servant.
(Exit Mr. Bronlow)
Spruce
What's the use of getting irritated by a madman?
McNaughten What? Does he seek me out to be the butt of his impertinences? Let him take his extravagances down another road. Let's go to Mr. Torrington without waiting any further.