JAMES. That'll do, Cokeson. I've made up my mind. [He passes into the partners' room.]
COKESON. [After a doubtful moment] We must excuse your father. I don't want to go against your father; if he thinks it right.
WALTER. Confound it, Cokeson! why don't you back me up? You know you feel——
COKESON. [On his dignity] I really can't say what I feel.
WALTER. We shall regret it.
COKESON. He must have known what he was doing.
WALTER. [Bitterly] "The quality of mercy is not strained."
COKESON. [Looking at him askance] Come, come, Mr. Walter. We must try and see it sensible.
SWEEDLE. [Entering with a tray] Your lunch, sir.
COKESON. Put it down!