Peter (moving right, and stopping). Before I open the door won't you tell me what I want to know? It's all for you—all my ambitions. I only want position for you to grace it, money for you to spend. Give me six happy months of hope.
Glad, (with a low laugh). Will hoping make you happy?
Peter. Yes, if you tell me I may hope.
Glad (sincerely). Then by all means hope.
[Bell rings again.
Peter. That's all I want. (He looks at her humbly. She extends her hand impulsively. Peter kisses it reverently.)
Glad. You're very absurd. Now let my brother in.
[Peter crosses and opens door right, leaving it half open, as he goes through and opens outside door.
Peter (heard off right, in surprised voice). Hullo!
Ned. (off right, less loudly). Good evening.