Bendish:
She has given the letter you wrote her to Laura.
Cadwell:
Well?
Bendish:
Well? What more do you want? Don't you understand what followed?
Cadwell:
Well?
Bendish:
You're dreaming, I swear, with your "Well?"
Cadwell:
Well?
Bendish: Well! Well! Well! Oh! And bad for you by all the devils in hell. Say something. At once.
Cadwell:
Wait here. I am going—
Bendish: (interrupting him)
She told me to look for you—
Cadwell:
Never mind, I'm going—I wish Arabella was dead.