Fred. I'll sec Miss Shaweross out.
[Lady Mottram shrugs, and turns virtuously away. Fred, opens door, and Margaret moves to it.
Peter (as she goes past). Where are you going?
Mar. I'm going to speak. I'm advertised to speak.
Peter. For me?
Mar. (frigidly). No, Socialism.
Lady M. (turning). Then you will take the consequences.
Mar. (quietly). Oh, yes. I'll take the consequences.
[Exeunt Margaret and Freddie.
Lady M. (sitting on Chesterfield and motioning Peter to sit by her. Gladys sits opposite). Young men are so susceptible to a pretty face. Don't you think so, Mr. Garside? (Quickly.) Oh, but of course you are serious-minded.