Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Mar. The pose. You've had your fun with us.

Peter. Fun!

Mar. You've brought us to your feet. We've all come: all of us who care.

Peter. Care? What do you care for me? Why should you care for a broken man, a derelict, one of the legion of the lost, a rotten——

Mar. (vigorously). Will you stop embroidering? Do you think I've come to listen to all the pretty phrases you've spent a week inventing about yourself?

Peter. Heaven knows what you came for.

Mar. You know as well as Heaven does.

Peter. Do I? But it's—— So much has happened since. That's all so long ago.

Mar. Less than a year, Peter.

Peter. A year! What's a year! From poverty to Parliament, from Parliament to hell.