THE CUSTOMER. ( With a sneer ) Were you afraid?
THE BARBER. After I had been looking forward to it for twelve years? No.
THE CUSTOMER. Then why—
THE BARBER. ( Grimly ) You'll remember why! ( He helps him on with his coat. ) John, tell me: are fellows who are so brave with women always so cowardly when they deal with men? Or, ( breaking off, speaking slowly ), or, perhaps, was it on account of that meeting?
THE CUSTOMER. That meeting? Good Lord!
THE BARBER. Yes, the meeting.
THE CUSTOMER. ( Looking at the clock ) Twenty-five minutes past! I'm ruined! I'm ruined!
THE BARBER. ( Half to himself ) I didn't kill you, no! I left you your life, but I made it worthless! I broke you! I broke you!
THE CUSTOMER. ( Has crossed stealthily to the door ) Kilburn!
THE BARBER. ( Startled at the sudden change in his voice ) Yes?