Fred (surprised). Eh?
Peter (taking his arm). Just to keep the cold out. Next room.
Fred, (turning with him). I'd an idea you were a teetotaller.
Peter. I was a lot of things in Midlandton. In London I'm a man of the world.
[Exeunt Freddie and Peter, l.
Glad, (sitting on sofa). You must find London a great change after Midlandton, Mrs. Garside.
Mrs. G. (sitting in left arm-chair, facing her—confidentially). I haven't had an easy hour since Peter brought me. You wouldn't believe the prices they charge me in the shops if I want a chop or a bit of steak for Peter's tea. Dinner he calls it now, though how it can be dinner at seven of an evening I don't know. Thieves, that's what they are. Not shopkeepers. You mustn't mind me running on, I haven't a soul I know to talk to here. It's a pleasure to see you, I'm sure. And the streets! I'm feared for my life if I go out. I know I'll be knocked down and brought home dead. Eh, London's an awful place, but it's Peter's home now, and his home's mine.
Glad. But you'll get used to it.
Mrs. G. I doubt I'll never get used to this. I'm too old to change, and Peter moves so fast. What's fit for him one day isn't good enough the next. The waste's enough to frighten you.
Glad. You must be very proud of your son, Mrs. Garside.