Cadwell: I will return. That doesn't worry me. What worries me is what I will do here for another hour. (looking at his watch) It's not yet— For me, I cannot remain here a minute longer. I have to do something.
Bendish: The time you employ doing nothing is the time you employ the least badly.
Cadwell:
And you—you never are more witty than when I tell you to shut up.
(Making Bendish examine his face) Tell me—how do I look? This jerkin
appears to me to have a short waist. What do you think?
Bendish:
Effectively,—I don't know. Yes, you're right.
Cadwell:
Give me another.
Bendish:
Which one?
Cadwell:
Whichever you please. Bring me the one I wore yesterday.
Bendish:
Fie!
Cadwell:
Why?
Bendish:
It won't go well with you. Keep this one.