Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Peter (turning). Yes. You've conquered me. I'll fight ambition down. It shall be as you wish, Margaret.

Mar. (rising and going to him). Peter, oh, my dear, dear Peter! You make me feel I don't do right. Oh, but I know. I know. Speaking's so deadly dangerous.

Peter. I promise not to speak. I'll write. I'll stick to engineering, and we'll have our evenings.

Mar. You make me very happy, Peter.

Peter. When are you going to make me happy, Margaret?

Mar. As soon as my lord pleases.

Peter. Your lord will be pleased in a month.

[Mrs. Garside enters, centre.

Well, little mother, have you disseminated the intelligence?

[Margaret sits on rocking-chair.