[Impatiently.] I thought you wanted to talk business.
James Ford.
Right’s right, and wrong’s wrong. You can’t get over that. I couldn’t rest for a moment if I thought any act of mine wasn’t above board. It’s no credit of mine, I’m just made that way.
George Winter.
[As if he were talking to a child.] Come, James, we’ve been good friends for twenty years.
James Ford.
[In a low voice.] This afternoon, when I found out what you’d done—well, I could have cried.
[There is a real anguish in his tone which startles George Winter. For the first time he realizes that the affair is serious. He begins to get frightened.
George Winter.
[Quickly, hoarsely.] But you don’t mean seriously....