Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Fred. You can be a Particular Baptist, or a Neo-Confucian for all this Johnnie 'ull care.

Mar. Are you sure he's the same man in his office as in his Club?

Fred. Oh, don't wet blanket me. I'm only trying.

Mar. I'm sorry, Mr. Mottram. Your friend will find me a hard worker.

Fred. I say, you won't overdo that part of it, will you?

Mar. What part?

Fred. The working. Bad form to make the pace hotter than the regular rate.

Mar. I thought offices were places for hard work.

Fred. I dare say you're right. I expect that's why the office men I know spend so much time at the Club, out of work's way.

Mar. Mr. Mottram, why are you doing this?