Claude.
Here you are. I don’t think I’m afraid. I’ll take my chance of your wanting to shoot me.
[Gann takes the gun, and his hands close round it convulsively. He half raises it. Claude goes to the door through which he has just come, and closes it. Then, almost mastered by the temptation, Gann pulls himself together and advances a step towards his master. Grace gives a stifled cry. Claude turns round and faces the man.
Claude.
That’ll do, Gann. I don’t think I have anything more to say to you. You can go.
[Gann struggles to command himself. His fingers itch to shoot, but Claude’s unconcern prevents him.
Gann.
By God!
[He turns round to go, and flings the gun violently from him.
Claude.