YOUNG CLERK. [With a smile] My trouble was to stick that, sir.
DANCY. But you get no excitement from year's end to year's end. It'd drive me mad.
YOUNG CLERK. [Shyly] A case like this is pretty exciting. I'd give a lot to see us win it.
DANCY. [Staring at him] Why? What is it to you?
YOUNG CLERK. I don't know, sir. It's—it's like football—you want your side to win. [He opens the waiting-room door. Expanding] You see some rum starts, too, in a lawyer's office in a quiet way.
DANCY enters the waiting-room, and the YOUNG CLERK, shutting the door, meets TWISDEN as he comes in, Left Forward, and takes from him overcoat, top hat, and a small bag.
YOUNG CLERK. Captain Dancy's waiting, sir. [He indicates the waiting-room].
TWISDEN. [Narrowing his lips] Very well. Mr Graviter gone to the Courts?
YOUNG CLERK. Yes, sir.
TWISDEN. Did he leave anything for me?