Fred. That's rather an expensive chair. Take it out of this if you must kick something.
Peter. I am paying an official call authorised by my Committee on Sir Jasper Mottram.
Jones. I don't sec Sir Jasper.
Fred. I told this Johnnie you were busy. Tried to soothe the beggar, but he broke away.
Jones (to Peter). Well, you'd better come at once.
[Peter wavers visibly when Gladys interposes.
Glad. Mr. Garside is our guest.
Jones (more roughly still). Come away.
Peter (his mind made up). I shall do nothing of the sort.
Jones. Don't you understand? It's imperative. They're calling for you. We've done our best, marking time, promising them every minute you'd come—and you don't come. It's serious. They're impatient. They don't want us others. They want you—(sarcastically)—silver-tongued Garside. We can't hold them much longer. There'll be a riot if you don't turn up.