Vin. Then don't think of it.
Mrs. M. I can't help thinking of it now.
Mont, (to Walter). Oh, dear, I do wish you'd kept your mouth closed.
Walter. And my eyes closed, and my nose closed, and gone about Carrington without looking at it. No, father, I meant to stir your conscience, and I'm glad I've done it. (Sits.)
Vin. Well, I must admit—hang it, Verity, if people are crowded why don't you build 'em houses? It's your trade.
Ste. No land.
(About here Pilling appears c. with some garden stuff in his hand, and Mrs. Vining exit with him for some consultation.)
Vin. There's land enough outside. Why can't the town expand outwards? To hear you talk about the Polygon the town might have a wall round it.
Mont. Yes, there's lots of moorland about the place.
Ste. Quite so. Lots of moor.