Mar. (firmly). Not now. No other mind than yours can make this choice.
Peter (adrift). But, Margaret, you've always given me advice.
Mrs. G. (jealously). She wants to hold you back. She's never had the faith in you that others have. She'd like to tell you now you're not good enough for Parliament only there's too many here to give her the lie.
Peter. Mother, mother!
Mrs. G. Oh, yes, I dare say, put Margaret first, Margaret who doesn't believe in you, in front of all the rest of us who know Parliament's not good enough for you. It's the House of Lords you should be in.
Peter. I hope not so bad as that, mother.
O'Cal. We'll be taking a stroll round the houses, and come in again presently.
Peter (turning to them). No. Don't go. I'll give you my answer now. I've decided.
Ned. Well. What is it?
Peter. I'll stand.