Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Mar. Now, Peter, I'm going to talk to you.

Mrs. G. I'll take myself out of your way. (Going r.)

Peter. Mother! You too! Haven't I a friend in the world?

Mrs. G. You wouldn't listen to me. It's her turn how. Call me if you want me, Margaret.

[Exit Mrs. Garside, r.

Peter (sitting c., stopping his ears). I shan't listen.

Mar. (sitting and making herself ostentatiously comfortable in the rocking-chair, poking fire). Oh, take your time. I'm quite comfortable. (She leans back humming "Home, Sweet Home")

Peter (unstopping his ears). What?

Mar. Oh, could you hear? You're such a bad listener as a rule. You much prefer to talk.

Peter (folding his arms). My talking days are past. I'll be as mute as a fish. Go on. Say what you like. I'll stand it all.