Jones (scornfully). You're in a grand position for making conditions.
Peter. Keep your mouths shut about Miss Mottram's presence here, and I place my resignation in the Speaker's hands to-morrow. (Slight pause.)
Ned. I accept.
Jones (disagreeing violently). Well, I——
Ned. You accept.
Jones. But———
Ned. You have our promise, Garside, and you can take my word.
[Jones is silent and sullen.
Glad, (vaguely). What!
Peter (hysterically). You heard. I'm resigning my seat in the House of Commons. Humpty-dumpty had a great fall. (Jones laughs aloud, Gladys smiles slightly, Peter almost screams.) Don't laugh. (Suddenly self-pitying.) I don't know what I'm saying. (With a flicker of the old pride.) But I was an M.P. once. You can't take that from me. (Blundering blindly to door, left.) Oh, go, go, all of you. I want to be alone.