CARTER: Well, good afternoon, Mr. Gibson and Miss Gorodna. Good evening,
I should say, I reckon.
GIBSON: Good evening, Carter.
[The light has grown to be of sunset. CARTER goes.]
NORA [going toward the gate]: I'm glad to see you looking so well.
Good evening!
GIBSON: Oh, just a minute more.
NORA: Well?
GIBSON: It looks as if that might be a lively meeting to-morrow.
NORA: Is that the old capitalistic sneer?
GIBSON: Indeed it's not! It only seemed to me from what we've just heard here—
NORA [bitterly]: Oh, I suppose all business men's meetings and arguments, when their interests happen to clash, are angelically sweet and amiable! Because you see that my comrades are human and have their human differences—