JOHN. [With a smile.] We're partners, aren't we? I ought to be in on any important transaction like that, but it's just as you say.
LAURA. I think it would be right you should. I'll call him now.
JOHN. All right. [Crossing to stairway. LAURA crosses to door; twilight is becoming very much more pronounced.
LAURA. [At door.] Mr. Brockton! Oh, Mr. Brockton!
WILL. [Off stage.] Yes.
LAURA. Can you spare a moment to come out here?
WILL. Just a moment.
LAURA. You must come now.
WILL. All right. [She waits for him and after a reasonable interval he appears at door.] Laura, it's a shame to lure me away from that mad speculation in there. I thought I might make my fare back to New York if I played until next summer. What's up?
LAURA. Mr. Madison wants to talk to you, or rather I do, and I want him to listen.