Lucy. Did you call, father?
Alcorn (advancing and speaking with the respect due to a capitalist). Good evening, Miss Verity.
Ste. (stepping back, and interposing impatiently). Oh, never mind all that; sit down, Lucy. (Pushing her into his vacated chair and pointing to the papers, handing pen.) Write your name there.
Lucy (vaguely). My name?
Ste. Yes. Can't you hear? See what it is? Lucy. No.
(Bamford's eyes are set on Lucy with the air of a butcher appraising a sheep.)
Ste. (impatiently). Oh, never mind. It 'ud take a week to make you understand. You've some money lying at the bank. Mine's all tied up. I want yours for a bit, so just sign your name there. (Lucy signs.) Say "I deliver this as my act and deed."
Lucy. I deliver this as my act and deed. (To Stephen.) It's your deed really, you know.
Ste. I'll witness. (Signs.) Right.
Lucy (reading). The Land Development Syndicate, Ltd.