Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Fred. You'll have to look lively. Come on, man. (Trying to make him move.)

Peter (to Gladys, who is standing left). Well, Miss Mottram?

Fred, (impatiently). Oh, never mind her. Get along sharp. (He opens door.)

Peter. I'm ready when Miss Mottram gives the word. I shall know what she means if she says "Yes."

Glad. I can't.

Peter (sitting in chair). Then I stay here.

[Shouts below are heard: "Garside!" "We want Garside!" "Where's that silver-tongue?"

Fred. Look here, this is getting beyond a joke.

Peter. I'm only waiting for the word of command.

Fred. Gladys, for God's sake say what he wants!