BURGESS (obstinately). Yes, I ham--just family sentiment and
nothink else.

MORELL (with weary calm). I don't believe you!

BURGESS (rising threateningly). Don't say that to me again, James
Mavor Morell.

MORELL (unmoved). I'll say it just as often as may be necessary
to convince you that it's true. I don't believe you.

BURGESS (collapsing into an abyss of wounded feeling). Oh, well,
if you're determined to be unfriendly, I s'pose I'd better go.
(He moves reluctantly towards the door. Morell makes no sign. He
lingers.) I didn't hexpect to find a hunforgivin' spirit in you,
James. (Morell still not responding, he takes a few more
reluctant steps doorwards. Then he comes back whining.) We
huseter git on well enough, spite of our different opinions. Why
are you so changed to me? I give you my word I come here in pyorr
(pure) frenliness, not wishin' to be on bad terms with my hown
daughrter's 'usban'. Come, James: be a Cherishin and shake 'ands.
(He puts his hand sentimentally on Morell's shoulder.)

MORELL (looking up at him thoughtfully). Look here, Burgess. Do
you want to be as welcome here as you were before you lost that
contract?

BURGESS. I do, James. I do--honest.