George Winter.
And then when you come out, it’s not over. You slink along the streets, feeling that it’s written on your forehead for every one to see, and your heart beats when you catch sight of a policeman. And at night it all comes back to you. You see it again, the warders, the convict gang, the prison food, and your back aches with the labour. And you wake shrieking with terror, shrieking, shrieking!
[There is a pause. Etchingham looks straight in front of him with chill, stony eyes. Bennett cowers brokenly, trembling in every limb. There is a knock at the door. Tap, tap, tap. Even George Winter starts and a shiver runs through him. The knocking is repeated.
George Winter.
[Angry with his own nervousness.] Who the devil’s that? Come in!
The Butler enters.
George Winter.
What is it? I told you we weren’t to be disturbed.
Thompson.
The gentlemen have come, sir.