Mrs. Garside turns eagerly as she enters and is disappointed on seeing Margaret.
Mrs. Gar. Oh, it's you. I thought it might be——
Mar. (closing door, sympathetically). Yes. But it's too early to expect Peter back yet.
Mrs. G. (with some truculence). He'll not be long. He's always said he'd let his mother be the first to hear the news.
Mar. (gently). You don't mind my being here to hear it with you?
Mrs. G. (rising and putting spectacles back on mantelpiece, speaking ungraciously). No, you've got a right to hear it too, Margaret. (Margaret picks up paper.) I can't find anything in that.
Mar. Peter said the results come out too late for the evening papers.
Mrs. G. He never told me. (Margaret folds paper on table.) I'm glad though. There's no one else 'ull know a-front of me. He'll bring the good news home himself. He's coming now as fast as train and car 'ull bring him. (Sitting in rocking-chair.)
Mar. Yes. He knows we're waiting here, we two who care for Peter more than anything on earth.