Vin. A precious bad way, too.
Mont. Other times, other manners, Vining.
Vin. Carrington has no manners—but the Polygon has stood aloof. Thank God we leisured people have no connection with the town roughs.
Walter. Then how can you say you are Carrington?
Vin. We are the best people in Carrington, sir. Do you judge a place by its quality or by the counting of heads?
Walter. I wish I could make you see their point of view, Mr. Vining.
Vin. (snorting). Their point of view.
Walter (quietly). They have one, you know. Before that letter goes to Sir Charles, I'd like to try——
Mrs. M. Walter, remember what the Polygon means to all of us.
Walter. It's a survival, mother. It's out of date in the midst of a modern manufacturing town.