Then the back door—in halves—and the back step, brassbound, treacherous.

I understood it was your business to provide escorts, Captain Brassbound.

After all, those men must really like you, Captain Brassbound.

Does Captain Brassbound always treat you like this, Mr. Drinkwater?

I did not know I was so favorably spoken of in these parts, Captain Brassbound.

As he slinks away in tears towards the arch, Brassbound enters.

Oh, after that you really must do all you can to help Captain Brassbound.

Brassbound walks up and down the room, nursing his indignation.

Brassbound: I am in mine own house and amid mine own people.

I told you you were not in a strong position, Captain Brassbound.