[Brandon finishes drink and goes over to the light and switches it on.
Now, Rupert. We don’t want to turn you out. . . .
Rupert. Oh, surely you’re not going to do that? Surely you’re not going to spoil my mood?
Brandon. No. We’re not going to spoil any of your moods, but we’ve got to get going some time. And we’ve got a bit of packing to do and one thing and another.
Rupert. Oh, you really mustn’t spoil my mood. I shall write something to-night if I go on like this. You can’t be so cruel. Can’t I have another drink?
Brandon (coming down to Rupert for his glass and taking it back again). Certainly, Rupert. There’s no hurry whatever. Only a poetic frame of mind will hardly be induced by the spectacle of Granno and me filling suit-cases.
Rupert. Oh, I certainly think it would. Can’t I stay and watch you?
Brandon (bringing down drink). Well—we’ll see. You know, I believe you’re a bit blotto to-night too, Rupert.
Rupert. I wouldn’t be surprised. (Drinks.) I’ll tell you what—I’ll stay and see you off.
[Granillo rises suddenly and pours himself out another enormous drink. Brandon goes over to him.
Brandon. That’s enough of that, Granno.
Granillo. Mind your own business.
Brandon. Come along, Granno. That’s enough.
Granillo (louder and banging glass on sideboard). Mind your own business! (Comes down.)
Brandon (coming down C. again). Well, it’s not my business. (Brightly.) Stay and see us off, Rupert? All right. You finish that and see what you feel about it. Doesn’t look as though we’ll get off with Granno in this state.
Granillo. I’m perfly sober. Why does he want
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