Vin. We know the views of the rest.
Mrs. Vin. Their views are ours.
Vin. Quite so. Allow for unavoidable absentees, and your scruples vanish. Shall I proceed?
(Approval from settee. Montgomery bends and writes.)
"Dear Sir,—At an indignation meeting of your tenants in the Polygon——"
(Montgomery writes at intervals, when others talk.)
Mrs. V. Archibald, have we any right to be indignant with Sir Charles?
Vin. We are indignant, aren't we?
Mrs. V. Yes. But will Sir Charles quite like us to tell him so?
Mont, (pathetically). It's deucedly—beg pardon—it's hard to be diplomatic. How would "protest meeting" do?