Mont. The town does?
Walter. Yes, didn't you know?
Vin. (looking at Stephen). So it's the town?
Walter (as Stephen doesn't answer). Yes.
Mrs. M. (up by door, r., dropping to Montgomery by fire). Augustus, don't you think, after all, we ought perhaps to—— (Hesitating.)
Vin. (l. c. fiercely). To what, Mrs. Montgomery?
Mrs. M. Well, I'm sure there's something in what Mr. Verity and Walter say. (Sits in armchair above fire.)
Mont. Come, this is weakness, my dear.
Vin. No compromise, Mrs. Montgomery.
Mrs. M. I shall never feel at ease again when I think of the overcrowding in the town.