ACT II]
MRS. HOLROYD
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- room and waited for him. Though it ’s a dirty hole—and dull as hell.
Mrs. Holroyd
- Why did you bother?
Blackmore
- Well, I thought you ’d be upset about him. I had to drink three whiskies—had to, in all conscience—(smiling)
Mrs. Holroyd
- I don’t want to be the ruin of you.
Blackmore (smiling)
- Don’t you? I thought he’d pitch forward onto the lines and crack his skull.
- [Holroyd has been sinking farther and farther forward im drunken sleep. He suddenly jerks too far and is awakened. He sits upright, glaring fiercely and dazedly at the two, who instantly cease talking.
Holroyd (to Blackmore)
- What are thiäigh doin’ ’ere?
Blackmore
- Why, I came along with you.
Holroyd
- Thou ’rt a liar, I ’m only just come in.
Mrs. Holroyd (coldly)
- He is no liar at all, He brought you home because you were too drunk to come yourself.
Holroyd (starting up)
- Thou ’rt a liar! I niver set eyes on him this night, afore now.
Mrs. Holroyd (with a “Pf” of contempt)
- You don’t know what you have done to-night.
Holroyd (shouting)
- I s’ll not have it, I tell thee.
