Eccles.
[Rising unsteadily from his chair.] Allri—Esh—ter. I’m goin’. Good ni—Georgie.
George.
[With the greatest politeness.] Good night, Mr. Eccles. If you could possibly manage to fall down and damage yourself seriously on the way home, I should be infinitely obliged.
Eccles.
[Beginning to weep.] There’s words to address to a loving—hic—farrer-in-law. There’s words——[lurches out].
Esther.
I think, George, you had better see him home. It’s not safe for him to be alone in that state.
George.
[Savagely.] Safe! I don’t want him to be safe. Nothing would give me greater satisfaction than to hear he had broken his neck.