Ned (inexorably). What's on?
Peter. The Right to Work Bill, I believe. (Sitting again.)
Ned. Yes. The Right to Work Bill. The cornerstone of the Labour policy. Any Labour member who's absent from to-night's division deserves drumming out of the party as a traitor to its cause.
Peter. Oh, I'll be there for the division if you don't keep me here too long.
Ned. The division's over. You're out of your place on the most important night of the session. You've missed your ehanee to speak. You've missed the division. You've not paired. Your vote's lost.
Peter. It's not. The division can't take plaee so early.
Jones. We've been to the House. We thought we'd find you there. Why weren't you there?
Peter. I've told you I was busy.
Ned. You told the Whip on the telephone you were ill—too ill to turn out. We were there when he rang you up. We eome here, and we find you well.
Peter. I am indisposed.