Bessie (Unbelieving). You came here for that.
Harry (Surprised). What else would I want here? Five quid isn't much to ask for—once in sixteen years. (Through his teeth with a sidelong look at B.) And now I am ready to go—for my fare.
Bessie (Clasping her hands). Whoever heard a man talk like this before! I can't believe you mean it?
Harry. What? That I would go? You just try and see.
Bessie (Disregarding him). Don't you care for anyone? Didn't you ever want anyone in the world to care for you?
Harry. In the world! (Boastful.) There's hardly a place you can go in the world where you wouldn't find somebody that did care for Harry Hagberd. (Pause.) I'm not of the sort that go about skulking under false names.
Bessie. Somebody—that means a woman.
Harry. Well! And if it did.
Bessie (Unsteadily). Oh, I see how it is. You get round them with your soft speeches, your promises, and then...
Harry (Violently). Never!