Ned. That's right. Take it easy now. You'll have to sprint at the finish. Now, comrades. (Opening door, centre.)
O'Cal. Good night, all.
Jones. Good night.
[Peter holds door open and sees them go, he, Margaret, and Mrs. Garside chorussing "Good night," then he closes the door, and leans against it as if dazed, passing his hand across his forehead.
Peter. My God! It's like a dream. I can't get used to it.
Mrs. G. You'll get used to it fast enough. It's always an easy thing to take your natural state in life. You were born to be great. (Viciously.) However much some folk 'ud like to keep you down.
Peter. Yes. I suppose I shall settle to it. (Coming to chair right and sitting, Mrs. Garside is to his left, Margaret his right.) In a few days it 'ull seem matter of fact enough to be Labour candidate for the division. But it hasn't got me that way yet. Margaret, when you set me on to study for my B.A., you little thought it was going to lead to this.
Mar. (slowly). No. I didn't think it would lead to this.
Mrs. G. (sharply). And you're not well pleased it has. Some people can't stand the sight of other folk's success.
Peter (protesting). Mother, mother, without Margaret this would never have happened to me. I owe it all to her.