Conquest; Or, A Piece of Jade; a New Play in Three Acts

by Marie Carmichael Stopes

Nora.

I say, what an idea! You are a smart man, Mr. Varlie.

Varlie.

Smart! It ’ud tickle a racer to get ahead of me. I’m out to bring this country up to date. Why, you folk would go on sleeping here same as if automobiles had never been invented.

Loveday.

And I wish they hadn’t!

Varlie.

You just say that, Miss Loveday, because you are a beautiful English girl—for England’s so small it is most over-run with automobiles, that drop off it into the sea—but you wait till you see what this little roundabout can do for these God-forsaken stations.

Gordon.