Jones (grimly). You're the object.
Peter. I?
Ned. Yes. We've a crow to pluck with you, my lad.
Peter (not yet greatly concerned). Oh? Something you want to discuss?
Jones. Something we're going to discuss.
Peter (rising). Well, suppose I meet you to-morrow morning. Come here at—yes—at eleven, and I'll give you an hour with pleasure.
Ned (shaking his head). You'll give us an hour, or as long as we want, now.
Peter. Really, I'm afraid I can't. (Involuntarily glancing left.) I'm busy to-night. I'll see you to-morrow.
Jones. We shan't be here to-morrow. We've to go back by the midnight train. We've our livings to earn.
Peter. Well, look here, eome back in an hour or so, and I'll see you then.