NORA [_going back to her work at the piano_]: He'll be right here.

[GIBSON _appears in the open doorway, speaking with crisp
determination to someone not seen._]

GIBSON: That's my last word on it; that's in accordance with the
agreement you signed two weeks ago.

A HARSH VOICE: We don't care nothin' about no agreement!

GIBSON: That's all!

[_He comes in. He is a man of thirty-something; well but not
clubbishly dressed; an intelligent, thoughtful face; a man of
affairs. Just now he is exercising some self-control over
irritations which have become habitual, but he is not
uncordial, merely quiet, during his greeting of_ MIFFLIN.]

NORA: This is Mr. Mifflin, Mr. Gibson.

GIBSON: How do you do, Mr. Mifflin.

MIFFLIN [_heartily, as they shake hands_]: I am very glad to meet you,
Mr. Gibson! I hope you don't mind my not writing to you myself for this
interview.

GIBSON: Not at all!

MIFFLIN [_taking a chair_]: I heard Miss Gorodna speak at a meeting two
nights ago--