Glad, (rising, exasperated). Mr. Garside, will you go?
Peter (shaking his head). You haven't told me what I want to know.
Glad. What is it? I'll tell you anything if you'll only go-go.
Peter (calmly). Did I read the meaning in your eyes aright? (A slight pause.) Did I?
Glad, (nervously glancing towards window). I don't know what you mean.
Peter. You do know. You won't tell me.
Glad. I can't.
Peter (sitting centre). Then I'll stay here till you do.
Glad. And hold me responsible if your ragamuffins wreck the house.
Peter. You've only to speak, and I'll see they don't come near.