How are
you?
Roger:
And you--dreadful apparition, how are you?
Jeremy:
As you see, couldn't be better. A little tired, but we had a very
successful trip.
Roger:
What! "We" had a very successful trip? You didn't come alone?
Jeremy:
What a question. Of course not. Came with my master. He went to the
customs house with the merchandise while I came with the personal
baggage and the joyous news for his son that he is returned in perfect
health.
Roger:
News like that will certainly rejoice him.
(Low)
What are we going to do?
Jeremy:
Something wrong? You don't look well--and you don't seem very glad to
see us.
Roger:
I'm not. This is most troublesome. All is lost. Now tell me--will he
be kept at the custom house long?
Jeremy:
No--he'll be here any minute.
Roger:
In an minute? I think I'll go nuts.
Jeremy:
But what the hell's the matter with you?
Roger:
I don't know. Oh, the cursed old man. To return at such a bad time--
and not to forewarn us. What a treacherous bastard.
Jeremy:
You must be up to something deep; this unexpected return hasn't upset
your plans too much, has it?
Roger:
Oh, no! They'll all mixed up--by all the devils in hell!
Jeremy:
Too bad.
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