Now.
JONATHAN
You dirty coward, you—
[John turns upon the boy and strikes him across the face.
In mingled rage and humiliation Jonathan sobs wildly once or twice, then controls himself and glares violently at his uncle.
JOHN
I'll let you think about it. I'll leave you here with your toys like a girl-baby.
[He goes out the door, closing it and turning the key in the lock.
Jonathan runs to the door.
JONATHAN