GIBSON: She looked well, then?
ELLA: Yes, indeed, sir! Everybody's so happy up there; I don't suppose
none of 'em could look happier than she is, sir!
GIBSON: They are all happy, then?
ELLA [_laughing joyfully_]: You never see such times in your life, sir!
[_A bell rings in the house._] I'll answer the bell.
GIBSON: I've finished this, Ella.
ELLA: Yes, sir. [_She takes the tray and goes into the house._ GIBSON
_opens another letter, reads it._ ELLA _returns._]
ELLA: It's Mr. Mifflin, sir.
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.
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