Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Peter. We'll see if I'm weak.

Mar. Of course, I've only your word for it.

[Margaret takes chair from wall, right, and puts it before fire.

Peter. Weak as I am, I'm strong enough to tire you out. (Folding his arms.)

Mar. I don't go to work till nine in the morning. (Sitting on her chair.) You don't mind my making myself comfortable for the night, Mrs. Garside?

Mrs. G. I've told you I'm not interfering, Margaret. You can do as you like.

Mar. Denis, go home. I want to be alone with Peter.

Peter. Stay where you are, Denis. Don't leave me alone with her.

O'Cal. Don't! But I will and sharp too, for it's wishing you a quick recovery I am, and the more you hate your medicine the better it is for you. Good night.

[Exit O'Callagan, l.