Roger:
What! "We" had a very successful trip? You didn't come alone?
Jeremy: What a question. Of course not. Came with my master. He went to the customs house with the merchandise while I came with the personal baggage and the joyous news for his son that he is returned in perfect health.
Roger:
News like that will certainly rejoice him.
(Low)
What are we going to do?
Jeremy: Something wrong? You don't look well—and you don't seem very glad to see us.
Roger: I'm not. This is most troublesome. All is lost. Now tell me—will he be kept at the custom house long?
Jeremy:
No—he'll be here any minute.
Roger:
In an minute? I think I'll go nuts.
Jeremy:
But what the hell's the matter with you?
Roger: I don't know. Oh, the cursed old man. To return at such a bad time— and not to forewarn us. What a treacherous bastard.