[GIBSON, interested and amused, goes part way up to the hedge. NORA is somewhat mortified as the disputants reach the gate. GIBSON speaks to them.]
GIBSON: How do you do, Simpson! How do you do, Mrs. Simpson! How do you do, Frankel! Won't you come in and argue here?
MRS. SIMPSON: Wha'd you say, Mr. Gibson?
GIBSON: I said come in; come in!
SIMPSON [uncertainly]: Well, I don't know.
GIBSON: Come in! Nobody here but friends of yours. Sit down. I'd like to hear what the argument was about.
[MRS. SIMPSON is a large woman, domineering and noisy, dressed somewhat expensively. She is proud of some new furs and a pair of quite fancy shoes. SIMPSON has a new suit of clothes and a gold-headed cane.
FRANKEL wears a cheap cutaway suit and is smoking a cigar.]
MRS. SIMPSON: I don't care who hears the argument! Right's right and wrong's wrong!
FRANKEL: You bet right's right, and so's my rights right!