CARTER [cordially]: Take a chair, Mr. Gibson. Make yourself right at home!
GIBSON: Thanks!
[He makes a grave tour of inspection of the place, his expression noncommittal; goes about casually without making a point of it; he writes his initials in the dust on a filing case. He turns and looks at NORA thoughtfully; she has not seemed to notice him.]
Do you think I will, Miss Gorodna?
NORA [not looking up]: Do I think you will what?
GIBSON: That I'll get what Mifflin meant? That it will be an inspiration to me to see this meeting?
NORA: I don't know what will be an inspiration to you.
GIBSON: I know one thing that is—a brave woman!
[The only sign she gives is that her head bends over her work just a little more.]
Carter, do you think this meeting is going to be an inspiration to me?