Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Mrs. G. I've seen it for long enough—her thinking meanly of you and the rest of us knowing different, and you for ever hearkening to her as if she was Almighty God.

Mar. (facing Mrs. Garside). I won't stand this.

Mrs. G. You've got to. You're shown up now.

Peter. This means you've no faith in me, Margaret. And if you've no faith, you've no love——

Mar. (despairingly). Peter, you mustn't say such things.

Mrs. G. You can't get away from the truth, my girl.

Peter. I say them beeause they're true. It's for you to prove me wrong.

Mar. How? Tell me how?

Peter. Marry me in the month as we arranged, and I'll go down on my knees and ask your pardon.

Mar. I can't marry you in a month.