Glad, (coldly). Oh, don't let me detain you against your will.
Peter. It's not against my will, only——
Glad. Then won't you sit down?
Peter (deciding to stay, and sitting on Chesterfield).
Thank you. (Stiffly.) Some day I hope to have the pleasure of asking you to sit in a room of mine like this one.
Glad. You aim high, Mr. Garside.
Peter. I mean to succeed. I feel I'm one of the men who do succeed. (He doesn't boast, he states a conviction.)
Glad. (insincerely). I'm sure you are.
Peter (ardently). If you're sure, there's no doubt about it. I'm going to rise, Miss Mottram. I shall win fame, fortune—— Everything the heart of woman can desire will be mine to fling at the feet of my... my inspiration of the Midlandton election.
Glad. Ah. Your mysterious vision!