Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Glad. He's not our Member, he's resigned.

Fred. Good Lord! Why?

Glad. Oh, can't you see we're not wanted here?

Fred. (crossing towards her). All right. Don't get vicious. Nothing to lose your temper over, is it?

Glad. I've lost more than my temper. I've lost a chance.... Oh, never mind. What's the next train for Midlandton?

Fred. Train? What you want's some supper. We've two more days of town.

Glad. Yes. We'll eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die. You're standing me champagne to-night, Freddie.

[She goes out right. Fred, looks after her, puzzled, crosses, and shakes Mrs. Garside's limp hand.

Fred. Good night, Mrs. Garside.

[He follows Gladys. Mrs. Garside goes right, the outer door closes, she turns light off in the hall and re-enters, closing the door behind her. Peter reenters left, composed.