Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, Il pardon, sir, he said it was only an excuse, and he wouldn’t stand any nonsense. | VAUGHAN. An excuse! Who is the fellow? BUTLER. I think he is a friend of Mr. Percy’s, sir. PERCY [alarmed]. It might be my father. [Aszde.] And I could have finished to-night—the very last word. Something has been singing in me all day. VAUGHAN. This is a serious matter, John. I will come and speak to him. [Extt. The voices ave heard outside. BRANDON [stout, purple, “ knobbed,” and ill-tempered). Yes, sir. Either I see my son now, or I fetch ina policeman. Kidnapper! Yes, sir, that’s what I call you! Yes, sir! my name zs Brandon. And your damned name is Vaughan, sir! And I'll drag your damned name through a police-court, sir, as soon as —as—Where’s my son? [Js heard to move towards dining-room. VAUGHAN. Sou. John! shut that door. Mr. Brandon, my daughtér is at dinner in that room. I cannot allow you to enter.