FALDER. No, sir—no, Mr. How. I did it, sir; I did it.
COKESON. [Succumbing to his feelings] Dear, dear! what a thing to do!
FALDER. I wanted the money so badly, sir. I didn't know what I was doing.
COKESON. However such a thing could have come into your head!
FALDER. [Grasping at the words] I can't think, sir, really! It was just a minute of madness.
JAMES. A long minute, Falder. [Tapping the counterfoil] Four days at least.
FALDER. Sir, I swear I didn't know what I'd done till afterwards, and then I hadn't the pluck. Oh! Sir, look over it! I'll pay the money back—I will, I promise.
JAMES. Go into your room.
FALDER, with a swift imploring look, goes back into his room. There is silence.
JAMES. About as bad a case as there could be.