JAMES.
Well, I don't think much of you, any 'ow.
JOHN.
I'm very sorry. Last time we met I thought you a very amiable person.
Don't you remember, we went and had a drink together?
JAMES.
I don't say _you_'re not a gentleman.
JOHN.
[_Taking out his cigar-case._] Won't you have a cigar?
JAMES.
[_Suspiciously._] Look here, you're not trying to bluff me, are you?
JOHN.
Certainly not. I wouldn't dream of such a thing.
JAMES.
[_Taking a cigar._] Larranaga.
JOHN.
[_With an acid smile._] Nine pounds a hundred.
JAMES.
That's one and nine apiece, ain't it?
JOHN.
How quickly you reckon!
JAMES.
You must be pretty oofy to be able to afford that.
JOHN.
[_Drily._] It does inspire respect, doesn't it?
JAMES.
I don't know what you mean by that. But I flatter myself I know a good cigar when I see it.
[JOHN _sits down, and_ JAMES BUSH, _without thinking, follows his example_.]
JOHN.
What d'you think you'll get out of making a row at the inquest? Of course, there'll be an inquest.
JAMES.
Yes, I know there will. And I'm lookin' forward to it, I can tell you.
JOHN.
I wouldn't have said that if I'd been you.
JAMES.
[_Quite unconscious of the construction that may be put on his last words--full of his own grievances._] I've 'ad something to put up with, I 'ave.
JOHN.
Really?
JAMES.
Oh, he's treated me shockin'! He simply treated me like dirt. I wouldn't 'ave stood it a minute, except for Jenny's sake. _I_ wasn't good enough for 'im, if you please. And the way he used to look right through me as if I wasn't there at all--Oh, I'll be even with 'im now.
JOHN.
What are you going to do?
JAMES.
Never you mind. I'm going to make it hot for 'im.
JOHN.
D'you think that'll do you any good?
JAMES.
[_Springing up._] Yes. And I mean to....
JOHN.
[_Interrupting._] Now sit down, there's a good chap, and let's have a little talk about it.
JAMES.