Ste. He doesn't offer us anything. He offers it to the town.
Al. And the town must buy.
Ste. The town shall buy.
Bam. Yes; well I said houses. Let's make it houses. Model dwellings as ugly as hell, for the Polygon toffs to look at every time they poke their noses out of doors.
Ste. Don't be spiteful, Sam. We've had a licking, but don't bear malice.
Walter. Thank you, Mr. Verity.
Ste. Oh, I'd forgotten you were there. Oblige me by going into that room for two minutes. You can wait in there till we're through.
Walter. But what have I to wait for? (Rises.)
Ste. Sorry to occupy your valuable, time, but you're going to wait. You'll find a fire.
(Exit Walter l.)