Ste. Of Sir Charles'.
Vin. Yes, of Sir Charles'. We're attached to the bricks and mortar. You can understand it.
Ste. I never thought you'd shift willing.
Vin. Just so. We're not willing to shift. But my idea is this. We're all old people, and our families have married off. There's no young blood in the Polygon, except Walter here and my daughter, to use those tennis courts and croquet lawns of ours. They're pleasant to walk about in and it's a real sacrifice to part with them. But I propose writing to Sir Charles suggesting that if (crossing to l. c. and back; returns to l. for end of speech) he cares to sell you some building land outside the town we will sacrifice our lawns for a park if he will leave our bricks and mortar standing till—till we old fogies have done with them. How does that strike you, Mr. Verity?
Ste. It strikes me your motto will do for me as Well as for you.
Vin. My motto?
Ste. No compromise, Mr. Vining.
Walter. Mr. Verity, surely it's a fair offer. It's generous. It's——
Ste. Indeed! If that's your notion of generosity——
Vin. It's my last word.