Gann.
What good’ll that do you?
[Claude gives a gesture of discouragement.
Claude.
I can only repeat that I’m most awfully sorry. I’m afraid there’s absolutely nothing I can do to make up for your great loss.... You can go now.
[Gann turns to go, while Claude and Grace watch him silently. Suddenly he comes back and thrusts his gun into Claude’s hand.
Gann.
Look ’ere, Squire, you take my gun. I ain’t fit to keep it.
Claude.