Peter. You're right there, mother.
Mrs. G. (eagerly). She wants to hold you back, she'd like to see you tied to engineering all your life. For why? She's wild because you're going up in the world. She knows she's not fit to go up with you, so she's trying to keep you where you are. That's why she refuses to help.
Mar. I don't refuse to help. I'm going to help.
Peter. Yes, anything except the only way that's helpful. I don't want other help.
Mar. You can't go without it. You can't stop me working for the cause.
Mrs. G. Yes, and you'd work harder for any other candidate than Peter. I know you.
Mar. Not harder, but certainly with a better will.
Peter (soberly). Margaret, you're standing in my way. Oh, I owe a lot to you. I don't forget it. But... But a man has to rely on his own judgment. If I took your advice, I'd wreck my career. You've always underrated me. You thought I wouldn't get my degree. I did get my degree. And I'll prove you wrong again. I'll be M.P. before six weeks are out.
Mar. I say again: Go on and prosper.
Mrs. G. And she means you can prosper without her, and a good riddance too, I say.