THE CUSTOMER. Kilburn!
THE BARBER. Yes, Kilburn!
THE CUSTOMER. (Hoarsely) And you followed me about!
THE BARBER. For twelve years!
THF CUSTOMER. From town to town!
THE BARBER. I was never more than a week behind you.
THE CUSTOMER. (With unutterable horror) Good God!
THE BARBER. Yes, God. I used to think of Him a great deal,
John. I used to ask Him why He never brought you into my shop.
THE CUSTOMER. Oh! Oh!
THE BARBER. But He brought you here at last, John! He brought you here at last! (He pauses.) For twelve mortal years I've been hoping for this day! Once, in Muscatine, you came in, but there was another man in the chair, and you wouldn't wait. Once, in Louisville, you crossed my threshold, looked at your watch, and walked out again. But sooner or later, John, I knew you'd walk into my shop, and sit down in my chair! That day has come! (He looks into his eyes.) You and I, John, the two of us, have a long account to settle, haven't we? I've been one of your creditors, too! And this is the reckoning, John! You're going to pay me—pay me in full—and you're going to pay me now!