Walter. Which nobody uses except Marjorie.
Mrs. V. Are we to lose it all?
Vin. (with appropriate chest expansion). Not if Archibald Vining can prevent it.
Walter. You make it very hard for me to go on.
Vin. Then don't go on.
Walter. (crosses c.). I must. Father, Mr. Vining, you—all of you—are wrapped up in the Polygon. You hardly go out of it except to the station. |
Mont. There's nothing else in Carrington to go to.
Vin. Thank goodness we've no business to take us into those mean streets.
Walter. You haven't, Mr. Vining, but I have. I see the other side of the picture, if you don't.
Vin. Well, my dear boy, every town has its back stairs.