SCENE IV.
(Bessie and Harry. Later Capt. H. from window).
Harry (After a short silence). What on earth's upset him so? What's the meaning of all this fuss? He isn't always like that, is he?
Bessie. I don't know who you are; but I may tell you that his mind has been troubled for years about an only son who ran away from home—a long time ago. Everybody knows that here.
Harry (Thoughtful). Troubled—for years! (Suddenly.) Well, I am the son.
Bessie (Steps back). You! . .. Harry!
Harry (Amused, dry tone). Got hold of my name, eh? Been making friends with the old man?
Bessie (Distressed). Yes... I... sometimes. . . (Rapidly!) He's our landlord.
Harry (Scornfully). Owns both them rabbit hutches, does he? Just a thing he'd be proud of... (Earnest.) And now you had better tell me all about that chap who's coming to-morrow. Know anything of him? I reckon there's more than one in that little game. Come! Out with it! (Chaffing.) I don't take no... from women.
Bessie (Bewildered). Oh! It's so difficult... What had I better do?...