towards Rupert). Well, Rupert—thank you very much for coming round and all that. . . .
Rupert (in same position, nodding his head). The pleasure is mine. Mine altogether. Believe me.
[He brings his stick down and stands properly. Granillo has risen, sobered completely, and is staring at him with horror.
Rupert. It’s been a very interesting evening.
Brandon. Hullo—what’s your button-hole?
[Rupert looks first at Brandon, and then at Granillo. Stays perfectly still, watching Granillo.
Granillo (slowly and tensely). He’s got it. (Nodding.) He’s got it.
Brandon. Hold your tongue, Granno.
Granillo (hysterically, not listening to Brandon). Oh yes. He’s got it all right. Ah-ah-ah-ah! (Gives a terrible, piercing, falsetto scream, and commences banging on chest.) He’s got it! He’s got it! He’s got it!
Brandon (shouting even louder and simultaneously. Shaking him.) Hold your tongue! Hold your tongue! Hold your filthy tongue!
Granillo (groaning and staggering against chest). Oh—oh—oh. (Gives a low, long drawn-out, shuddering sob.)
[Rupert has hobbled down R.
Brandon (with restrained violence). Hold your row! Hold your row! (Comes in the direction of Rupert. Stops.) Rupert.
Rupert. Yes.
[Granillo has now sunk down beside the chest, still sobbing and breathing hard.
Brandon. Rupert. This is nothing to do with you. Granno and I have a certain trouble between us which concerns no one else. Will you kindly oblige us by going at once and leaving us to it?
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