GIBSON: All right.

[MIFFLIN, _beaming and bubbling, more radiant than in Act 1,
but dressed as then except for a change of tie, comes from the
house. He carries his umbrella and hat and the same old
magazines and a newspaper._]

MIFFLIN: Ah, Mr. Gibson, you couldn't stay away any longer!

GIBSON: How de do! Sit down!

MIFFLIN [_effervescing, as they sit_]: It's glorious! I heard from your
household you were expected back this Sunday. Now confess! You couldn't
stay away! You had to come and watch it!

GIBSON: Well, I've not had to come and watch it for four months. I don't
expect to watch it much, now.

MIFFLIN: You don't mean to sit there and tell me you don't know
anything about it!

GIBSON: No; I don't know anything about it.

MIFFLIN: Mr. Gibson, you're an extraordinary man!

GIBSON: No, I'm not. What I did was extraordinary, but I was only an
ordinary man pushed into a hole.

MIFFLIN: Oh, no; surrendering the factory was merely normal. What's