BURGESS (grumbling). Look 'ere, Candy! I say! Let's stay at home by the fire, comfortable. He won't need to be more'n a couple-o'-hour away.
CANDIDA. You'll be just as comfortable at the meeting. We'll all sit on the platform and be great people.
EUGENE (terrified). Oh, please don't let us go on the platform. No—everyone will stare at us—I couldn't. I'll sit at the back of the room.
CANDIDA. Don't be afraid. They'll be too busy looking at James to notice you.
MORELL (turning his head and looking meaningly at her over his shoulder). Prossy's complaint, Candida! Eh?
CANDIDA (gaily). Yes.
BURGESS (mystified). Prossy's complaint. Wot are you talking about, James?
MORELL (not heeding him, rises; goes to the door; and holds it open, shouting in a commanding voice). Miss Garnett.
PROSERPINE (in the distance). Yes, Mr. Morell. Coming. (They all wait, except Burgess, who goes stealthily to Lexy and draws him aside.)
BURGESS. Listen here, Mr. Mill. Wot's Prossy's complaint? Wot's wrong with 'er?