Vin. (patronisingly). Ah, Mr. Verity. Pleased to see you. (Advancing.)
Ste. (up R. c., shaking hands; very formally). How do you do?
Vin. You know us all, I think?
Ste. (dryly). By sight.
Vin. (hurriedly). Yes. Sit down, won't you? (Sits above fire.)
(Stephen does so, uncomfortably, c. Walter stands R. end of settee.)
Now come to business, Mr. Verity.
Ste. Yes?
Vin. What we want to see you about is this confounded rumour of the Polygon's being up for sale for building lots. No doubt you've heard it?
Ste. I've heard tell of it.