[The door bell has been steadily ringing. Peter goes off left, and bangs the door behind him.
Glad. Will you let my brother in, Mrs. Garside?
[Mrs. Garside goes right, and opens door, goes through and lets Fred. in.
Fred, (to Gladys). Thought you'd gone to sleep. (Seeing Jones.) Hello! Our friend of the election.
Glad, (impatiently). Never mind these men. Come away.
Fred. Well, don't snap a fellow's head off. (Ned and Jones quietly go out right.) Sorry I've been so long, only——-
Glad. It doesn't matter. (Raising her voice, looking left). Mr. Garside's been an entertainment in himself.
Fred, (crossing). Where is he? In there?
Glad, (crossing to right door). Oh, will you come?
Fred. Must do the decent by our Member, you know.