Fred. Oh, but you can't do that you know.
Jones. Can't I? You tell him to come or I'll show you if I can't.
Peter (impatiently). In a minute.
Jones (inexorably). Now!
Peter. No.
Jones (turning abruptly). Very well, then.
[Exit Jones, slamming door. Fred, opens it after a moment.
Fred. I don't think the furniture's safe until he's out of the house.
[Exit Freddie.
Glad. (excited and utterly sincere). It must be glorious to be wanted like that, Mr. Garside. Isn't it risky to deny them when they call for you?