VINTIMILLE [casually]. Why, it's—
HULIN. Hulin.
VINTIMILLE. Of course. [A moment's silence. They look at each other.]
HULIN [to THE MAN]. Let him pass.
THE MAN [furiously—shouting]. He wanted to bribe me—he wanted to buy my conscience!
VINTIMILLE. Your conscience? What should I do with it? The idea! I pay for favors done me. Quick! Take it.
THE MAN. I'm not doing favors! I'm doing my duty.
VINTIMILLE. Then it's to pay you for doing your duty. What do I care?
THE MAN. You don't pay people for doing their duty. I am free!
VINTIMILLE. Your duty and your liberty won't feed you. I refuse to argue. Hurry up, now; money is always good, no matter how one gets it. Don't stand there like that; you know you want it. I know you'll end by taking it. I suppose you want more, eh? How much do you want, free man?