Walter. He's no choice. Pilling 'ull tell you what Carrington thinks of the Polygon.
Vin. He's a long time washing his hands. (Goes up to window and looks off r.)
Walter. But you're not going to send that letter now.
Vin. Certainly we are. (Returns r.c.)
Walter. But——
Mont. I think we're all agreed on that?
Vin. Quite. No stone unturned. That fellow who's coming, what's his name—you know, Walter—that alderman——
Walter. Verity?
Vin. Verity. That's it. We must make sure of the town authorities. A little affability goes a long way with people of that sort.
Mrs. V. Yes. He's not the type of man you're accustomed to meet in my drawing-room, Mrs. Montgomery, still——