Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Glad. Why am I honoured with your confidences?

Peter. Because you have a right to know. I do these things to make money. I want money because—because of the hope that was born in me when your eyes first met mine across the crowd in Midlandton.

Glad, (after a slight pause). Mr. Garside, I—I think I ought to go. My brother only left me because he thought your mother would be here.

Peter (going towards door right). Shall I bring her?

Glad. She's gone to bed.

Peter. I fancy I can find her if you tell me to.

Glad. I'm sure I ought.

Peter. I'm sure you always do what you ought, so——

(Putting his hand to the door-handle.)

Glad. (quickly). Yes, I do—in Midlandton.