LAURA. He's one of those pretty boys that everybody knows in society; he brought his brother up from the South to introduce him. He was in some business deal or other with my father. Then he seemed to drop out of everything, and nobody sees him any more. I don't know why. JACK. I think he was disgusted with his experiences. LAURA. Oh! JACK. [Realizing that he had said something awkward.] I think I was the first Socialist he'd ever met. He had just gotten to the stage of despair. He'd started out with a long program of reforms... and he was going to educate the people to them... one by one, until he'd made them all effective. I said to him: "By the time you've got the attention of the public on reform number thirty... what do you suppose the politicians will have been doing with reform number one?" JULIA. We all have to go through that stage. I can remember just as well... [A ring upon the bell.] Ah, there he is. JACK. [Rises and goes to the door.] But I think he's most through butting his head against the stone wall! [Calls.] Are you there, old man? MONTAGUE. [Off.] I'm here! JACK. How are you? MONTAGUE. Fine! JACK. Come right in. MONTAGUE. [Enters; a tall, handsome man of thirty; self-contained and slow of speech; the dark type of a Southerner.] I'm a trifle late. [Sees LAURA; starts.] Miss Hegan! You! [Recovers himself.] Why... an unexpected pleasure! LAURA. Unexpected on both sides, Mr. Montague. MONTAGUE. I'm delighted to meet you, really! [They shake hands.] JACK. Julia, my friend, Mr. Montague. Miss Patterson. MONTAGUE. I'm very glad to meet you, Miss Patterson. JULIA. We had no idea we were bringing old friends together. MONTAGUE. No; it was certainly a coincidence. LAURA. It's been... let me see... a year since we've met. MONTAGUE. It must be fully that. LAURA. Where do you keep yourself these days? MONTAGUE. Oh, I'm studying, in a quiet way. LAURA. And none of your old friends ever see you? MONTAGUE. I don't get about much. LAURA. [Earnestly.] And friendship means so little to you as that? MONTAGUE. I... it would be hard to explain. I have been busy with politics... [A pause of embarrassment.] JULIA. Mr. Bullen has just been telling us about your heroism. MONTAGUE. My heroism? Where? JULIA. At the polling place. MONTAGUE. Oh, that! It was nothing. LAURA. It seemed like a good deal to us. MONTAGUE. Make him tell you about some of his own adventures. JULIA. Would you ever think, to look at his innocent countenance, that he had helped to hold a building for six hours against Russian artillery? LAURA. Good heavens! Where was this? JULIA. During the St. Petersburg uprising. LAURA. And weren't you frightened to death? JACK. [Laughing.] No; we were too busy taking pot-shots at the Cossacks. It was like the hunting season in the Adirondacks. LAURA. And how did it turn out?