know, I shall have none--nor peace. Take them, Keith, or I'll put
them in the fire.

KEITH. [Taking back the notes; bitterly] I suppose I may ask you
not to be entirely oblivious of our name. Or is that unworthy of
your honour?

LARRY. [Hanging his head] I'm awfully sorry, Keith; awfully sorry,
old man.

KEITH. [sternly] You owe it to me--to our name--to our dead mother
--to do nothing anyway till we see what happens.

LARRY. I know. I'll do nothing without you, Keith.

KEITH. [Taking up his hat] Can I trust you? [He stares hard at his
brother.]

LARRY. You can trust me.

KEITH. Swear?

LARRY. I swear.

KEITH. Remember, nothing! Good night!

LARRY. Good night!

KEITH goes. LARRY Sits down on the couch sand stares at the
fire. The girl steals up and slips her arms about him.