Glad, (alarmed). From Midlandton?
Peter. Yes. Let them get a glimpse of you, and God only knows what tale will be over Midlandton.
Glad, (agreeing). Yes. They mus'n't see me. On no account. (She crosses to left, Peter nods approvingly.) Peter. My mother's there. I'll get rid of them quickly. Glad. Remember, I'm trusting you.
[Exit Gladys, left. Peter opens door right, and speaks off.
Peter. Ready, comrades? Come in. (Ned and Jones enter, dressed much as in Act I. Peter is genial.) How are you? Both well?
Jones (as they shake hands). Yes, thanks. (With slight emphasis.) Are you well?
Peter. Quite well, thanks. Never better in my life. (Ned and Jones exchange glances.) Sit down, comrades. It's good to see Midlandton faces again.
[Ned in arm-chair right, Jones left, Peter in revolving chair. Peter's attitude at first is the mixture of obsequiousness and patronage of an M.P. to influential supporters.
Ned. I suppose you don't see many people from the old town here?
Peter. You're the first I've seen since I came up.