Mrs. G. (sceptically). Because she told you to study? It's a proper easy job to tell someone else to do a thing. A fine lot easier than doing it yourself.
Peter. Come, mother, I can't have you quarrelling with Margaret.
Mrs. G. (sulkily). What does she want to go and discourage you for?
Peter. She didn't discourage me.
Mrs. G. She wouldn't say a word for it.
Peter. She will now. Won't you, Margaret?
Mar. What do you want me to say?
Peter (surprised). Say what you want.
Mar. Then I say this: Go on and prosper.
Peter (relieved). Ah! You couldn't wish me anything but well. You see, mother?