DE REVES. Four million people or so made him Lord Mayor, didn't they? And he represents to them the wealth and dignity and tradition of—
PRATTLE. Yes; but, I say, what has all this—
DE REVES. Well, he stands for an idea to them, and they made him
Lord Mayor, and so he is one….
PRATTLE. Well, of course he is.
DE REVES. In the same way Pan has been made what he is by millions; by millions to whom he represents world-old traditions.
PRATTLE. (rising from his chair and stepping backwards, laughing and looking at the POET in a kind of assumed wonder). I say…. I say…. You old heathen … but Good Lord….
(He bumps into the high screen behind, pushing it back a little.)
DE REVES. Look out! Look out!
PRATTLE. What? What's the matter?
DE REVES. The screen!