Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Mar. Our happiness.

Peter. Yes, for a moment we've been happy fools. Now I'm awake.

Mar. And so?

Peter. And so good-bye.

Mar. Indeed?

Peter. Oh, would to God, it needn't be. But here I am, an outcast, and——

Mar. (quickly). No phrases, Peter.

Peter. I'm a man without a job, Margaret. I can't keep myself, let alone anyone else.

Mar. Have you tried?

Peter. I've thought of ways. Scraps of journalism, perhaps. I might live that way for a time. I'm a notorious person. They'll take my stuff until—my—my escapade's forgotten. Then they'll drop me.