Sigsby. (Cheerfully.) That’s the idea. Here we are, guv’nor. This is Mr. Chilvers.
(Geoffrey bows, the Deputation also. Sigsby introduces a remarkably boyish-looking man, dressed in knickerbockers.)
Sigsby. This is Mr. Peekin, who has kindly consented to act as spokesman. (To the Deputation, generally.) Will you have some tea?
Miss Borlasse. (A thick-set, masculine-featured lady, with short hair and heavy eyebrows. Her deep, decisive tone settles the question.) Thank you. We have so little time.
Mr. Peekin. We propose, Mr. Chilvers, to come to the point at once. (He is all smiles, caressing gestures.)
Geoffrey. Excellent.
Peekin. If I left a baby at your door, what would you do with it?
Geoffrey. (For a moment he is taken aback, recovers himself.) Are you thinking of doing so?
Peekin. It’s not impossible.
Geoffrey. Well, it sounds perhaps inhospitable, but do you know I really think I should ask you to take it away again.