.. in that other rabbit hutch of a house.
Bessie (_A little mocking_). And where do you think you ought to have
been born by rights?
Harry. In the open--upon a beach--on a windy night.
Bessie (_Faintly_). Ah!
Harry. They were characters, both of them, by George! Shall I try the
door?
Bessie. Wait. I must explain to you why it is to-morrow.
Harry. Aye. That you must, or...
(_Window in H.'s cottage runs up_.)
Capt. H.'s Voice (_Above_). A--grinning--information--fellow coming to
worry me in my own garden! What next?
(_Window rumbles down_.)
Bessie. Yes. I must. (_Lays hand on Harry's sleeve_.) Let's get further
off. Nobody ever comes this way after dark.
Harry (_Careless laugh_). Aye. A good road for a walk with a girl.
(_They turn their backs on audience and move up the stage slowly. Close
together. Harry bends his head over Bessie_).
Bessie's Voice (_Beginning eagerly_). People here somehow did not take
kindly to him.
Harry's Voice. Aye. Aye. I understand that.
(_They walk slowly back towards the front_.)
Bessie. He was almost ready to starve himself for your sake.
Harry. And I had to starve more than once for his whim.
Bessie. I'm afraid you've a hard heart. (_Remains thoughtful_.)
Harry. What for? For running away? (_Indignant_.) Why, he wanted to make
a blamed lawyer's clerk of me.
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