Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

[Freddie bows. Gladys advances and takes hands.

Glad. How do you do, Mrs. Garside?

Mrs. G. Nicely, thank you, miss.

Peter (peremptorily). Why didn't you hear the telephone, mother? Were you asleep?

Mrs. G. (meekly). Did it ring? I was reading the report of your speech at Battersea last night.

Peter (interested). Oh! Where is it? I haven't had time to look at a paper to-day.

Mrs. G. (handing him the paper and pointing). There, dear.

Peter (looking and speaking with satisfaction). Two columns. Good. That's pretty near verbatim.

Fred. Two columns in the "Telegraph"? You're getting on, Garside.

Mrs. G. (handing the paper from Peter to Fred.). And look at the headings!