Peter. I think she knows now, Miss Mottram.
Fred. Fair Unknown inspires your speeches, your speeches inspire electors, electors elect you, and it'll be Garsidc, M.P., when it ought to be Fair Unknown, M.P.
Peter. Only the electors haven't elected me yet.
Fred. I hear they're going to.
Peter (confidently). It's highly probable.
Lady M. Do you know London, Mr. Garside?
Peter. No, but I hope to shortly.
Fred. You must let me show you round. You'll feel strange at first.
Peter. I'm not afraid of London. If it's a case of London conquering me or me conquering London I know which will win.
Fred. Going to be one of our conquerors, eh?