Peter. Oh, I haven't been through the half of an election campaign without toughening my epidermis, Miss Mottram. I'm not afraid of ridicule.
Fred. You'll go far, Mr. Garside. The secret of success is to have no sense of humour.
Glad. A lot you know about success.
Fred. I know everything. I'm not successful and outsiders watch the game.
Lady M. Children! Children!
Peter. Oh, don't apologise, Lady Mottram. I know what family life is in upper-class households. I've read my Shaw.
[To their relief Timson enters.
Lady M. What is it, Timson?
Timson. Sir Jasper is asking for you on the telephone.
Lady M. Excuse me, Mr. Garside. (Rising.)