Ste. He's no old woman. He's a wide-awake young man and he's going to marry my daughter—if she's free. That'll shut his mouth for him.
Smiths. Well, we'll leave that to you, Verity.
Ste. You can, safely.
Al. It's been a lot of trouble all for nothing.
(Rises; general rise.)
Ste. Well, we're good sportsmen, I hope, and the Carrington recreation ground 'ull be an everlasting monument to our civic enterprise and public spirit.
Al. Aye, I'm beginning to feel good already.
Smiths. It's a disappointment, Verity. Ah, well, we can't win every time.
Ste. No. Better luck next time. Good night, Smithson. (Takes chair up stage.)
Smiths. Good night. Good night all.