Ste. Oh, yes, there will. We Progressives can't carry anything in the Council unless there's a big force of public opinion at our backs.
Walter (confidently). You won't lack that if you've a practicable plan.
Ste. (hotly). Practicable! Nothing ever is practicable to some folk that means spending public money and putting up the rates. They're too shortsighted to see that a healthy town pays best in the end.
Walter (reasonably). Still, such things as rates have to be considered, I suppose.
Ste. (hotly). Oh, yes. Consider the purses of the ratepayers and consider the health of the people and the danger of little children playing in the street and ask your religion which consideration weighs heaviest.
Walter (a little warmly). Really, Mr. Verity, I needn't consult my religion. My common sense is sufficient to put me on your side—if you really are right in believing there can be two sides to such a question.
Ste. Don't you make any doubt about that. There'll be two sides right enough.
Walter. Well, can I do anything? Will you accept my help?
Ste. Yes, yours—and yours, Pilling, and every man's who'll say a word for us.
(A motor horn heard violently below the window—a few masculine curses and feminine shrieks—which Sally echoes as she leaps to window and puts it up.)