John.
Don't be a fool, Basil.
Basil.
Can't I marry any one I choose? It's nothing to you, is it? D'you suppose I care if she's a barmaid?
[He walks up and down excitedly, while John with steady eyes watches him.
John.
Basil, old man, we've known each other a good many years now. Don't you think you'd better trust me?
Basil.
[Setting his teeth.] What d'you want to know?
John.