Peter. I can calm them with a word.
Glad. What confidence you have!
Peter. Yes. In the power you give me.
Glad. You don't let me shuffle off responsibility.
Peter. You wouldn't want to if you could forget that you're Miss Mottram and I'm a working man.
[Low murmurs as of a distant crowd off, approaching and growing louder as the scene proceeds. Gladys catches it at once, and is alarmed. Peter, if he hears at all, is inattentive.
Glad. I really think you'd better go to them, Mr. Garside, before that man leads them here.
Peter. Not long ago you were urging me to stay—to wait for Sir Jasper.
Glad. Sir Jasper will be late.
Peter. You said he'd be here soon.