Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Peter (moving right). I want to be left alone. I'm going to my bedroom. You can't follow me there.

Mar. Oh, you'll not escape that way. I don't in the least mind invading your bedroom. A doctor has privileges.

Peter. All right. I'll go out, then. Mother, where's my hat?

Mar. Splendid. Fresh air will do you good.

Peter. I won't go out. They'll mock me in the streets.

Mar. Then you prefer my medicine? I'll go on dosing you.

Peter (sitting centre, behind table, covering face). I'll close my eyes and stop my ears.

Mar. (taking her hat off). The night is young. (She puts her hat on the bookcase and her fur on it.)

Peter (turning and watching her). Oh! So it's to be a trial of strength, is it?

Mar. Just as you like. As I'm strong and you're weak, I ought to win.