Mr. X. Now you may go.
Mr. Y.[Puts his things together.] Are you angry with me?
Mr. X. Yes. Would you prefer it if I pitied you?
Mr. Y.[Sulkily.] Do you consider yourself better than I am?
Mr. X. I certainly do. I am better than you are. I am much smarter than you, and much more useful than you are to the general community.
Mr. Y. You are very deep, but not so deep as I am, I am in check myself, but all the same you’ll be mate next move.
Mr. X.[Fixes MR. Y.] Shall we have another round? What mischief are you up to now?
Mr. Y. That’s my secret.
Mr. X. Let’s have a look at you—you’re thinking of writing an anonymous letter to my wife and telling her about this secret of mine.
Mr. Y. Yes, and you can’t stop me doing it. Put me in jail? Why, you daren’t; and so you’ve got to let me go; and when I’m gone I can do what I want to every day.