HECTOR. [_Savagely, as he makes a half-turn towards her._] You still
there? Wait a bit. I'll come to you, when I've finished with him. If you
haven't gone and put on your things, you shall go off without them. Into
the street. You'll find other women there like you. [_He turns back to_
WALTER.] Here, you, have you written? [_He looks over_ WALTER'S
_shoulder._] Go on--I'm getting impatient. Go on, I tell you.
I--am--taking--the--
[WALTER _is slowly writing down the words,_ HECTOR _standing over
him;_ BETTY _suddenly bursts into a peal of wild, uproarious
laughter, and lets herself fall into a chair to the left of the
card-table._
HECTOR. [_Madly._] You!
[_He leaves_ WALTER, _and almost springs at her._
BETTY. [_Brimming with merriment._] Oh, you old donkey! _How_ we have
pulled your leg!