HARNESS.[With irony.] Yes, that seems to be the A B C of commerce, sir; and the A B C of commerce is between your interests and the men's.
SCANTLEBURY.[Whispering.] We ought to arrange something.
HARNESS.[Drily.] Am I to understand then, gentlemen, that your Board is going to make no concessions?
[WANKLIN and WILDER bend forward as if to speak, but stop.]
ANTHONY.[Nodding.] None.
[WANKLIN and WILDER again bend forward, and SCANTLEBURY gives an unexpected grunt.]
HARNESS.You were about to say something, I believe?
[But SCANTLEBURY says nothing.]
EDGAR.[Looking up suddenly.] We're sorry for the state of the men.
HARNESS.[Icily.] The men have no use for your pity, sir.What they want is justice.
ANTHONY.Then let them be just.
HARNESS.For that word "just" read "humble," Mr.Anthony.Why should they be humble? Barring the accident of money, are n't they as good men as you?
ANTHONY.Cant!
HARNESS.Well, I've been five years in America.It colours a man's notions.
SCANTLEBURY.[Suddenly, as though avenging his uncompleted grunt.]
Let's have the men in and hear what they've got to say!
[ANTHONY nods, and UNDERWOOD goes out by the single door.]
HARNESS.[Drily.] As I'm to have an interview with them this afternoon, gentlemen, I 'll ask you to postpone your final decision till that's over.
[Again ANTHONY nods, and taking up his glass drinks.]
[UNDERWOOD comes in again, followed by ROBERTS, GREEN, BULGIN, THOMAS, ROUS.They file in, hat in hand, and stand silent in a row.ROBERTS is lean, of middle height, with a slight stoop.
He has a little rat-gnawn, brown-grey beard, moustaches, high cheek-bones, hollow cheeks, small fiery eyes.He wears an old and grease-stained blue serge suit, and carries an old bowler hat.He stands nearest the Chairman.GREEN, next to him, has a clean, worn face, with a small grey goatee beard and drooping moustaches, iron spectacles, and mild, straightforward eyes.He wears an overcoat, green with age, and a linen collar.Next to him is BULGIN, a tall, strong man, with a dark moustache, and fighting jaw, wearing a red muffler, who keeps changing his cap from one hand to the other.Next to him is THOMAS, an old man with a grey moustache, full beard, and weatherbeaten, bony face, whose overcoat discloses a lean, plucked-looking neck.On his right, ROUS, the youngest of the five, looks like a soldier; he has a glitter in his eyes.]
UNDERWOOD.[Pointing.] There are some chairs there against the wall, Roberts; won't you draw them up and sit down?
ROBERTS.Thank you, Mr.Underwood--we'll stand in the presence of the Board.[He speaks in a biting and staccato voice, rolling his r's, pronouncing his a's like an Italian a, and his consonants short and crisp.] How are you, Mr.Harness? Did n't expect t' have the pleasure of seeing you till this afternoon.
HARNESS.[Steadily.] We shall meet again then, Roberts.
ROBERTS.Glad to hear that; we shall have some news for you to take to your people.
ANTHONY.What do the men want?
ROBERTS.[Acidly.] Beg pardon, I don't quite catch the Chairman's remark.
TENCH.[From behind the Chairman's chair.] The Chairman wishes to know what the men have to say.
ROBERTS.It's what the Board has to say we've come to hear.It's for the Board to speak first.
ANTHONY.The Board has nothing to say.
ROBERTS.[Looking along the line of men.] In that case we're wasting the Directors' time.We'll be taking our feet off this pretty carpet.
[He turns, the men move slowly, as though hypnotically influenced.]
WANKLIN: [Suavely.] Come, Roberts, you did n't give us this long cold journey for the pleasure of saying that.
THOMAS.[A pure Welshman.] No, sir, an' what I say iss----ROBERTS.[Bitingly.] Go on, Henry Thomas, go on.You 're better able to speak to the--Directors than me.[THOMAS is silent.]
TENCH.The Chairman means, Roberts, that it was the men who asked for the conference, the Board wish to hear what they have to say.
ROBERTS.Gad! If I was to begin to tell ye all they have to say, Iwouldn't be finished to-day.And there'd be some that'd wish they'd never left their London palaces.
HARNESS.What's your proposition, man? Be reasonable.
ROBERTS.You want reason Mr.Harness? Take a look round this afternoon before the meeting.[He looks at the men; no sound escapes them.] You'll see some very pretty scenery.
HARNESS.All right my friend; you won't put me off.
ROBERTS.[To the men.] We shan't put Mr.Harness off.Have some champagne with your lunch, Mr.Harness; you'll want it, sir.
HARNESS.Come, get to business, man!
THOMAS.What we're asking, look you, is just ****** justice.
ROBERTS.[Venomously.] Justice from London? What are you talking about, Henry Thomas? Have you gone silly? [THOMAS is silent.] We know very well what we are--discontented dogs--never satisfied.What did the Chairman tell me up in London? That I did n't know what Iwas talking about.I was a foolish, uneducated man, that knew nothing of the wants of the men I spoke for, EDGAR.Do please keep to the point.
ANTHONY.[Holding up his hand.] There can only be one master, Roberts.
ROBERTS.Then, be Gad, it'll be us.
[There is a silence; ANTHONY and ROBERTS stare at one another.]
UNDERWOOD.If you've nothing to say to the Directors, Roberts, perhaps you 'll let Green or Thomas speak for the men.
[GREEN and THOMAS look anxiously at ROBERTS, at each other, and the other men.]
GREEN.[An Englishman.] If I'd been listened to, gentlemen----THOMAS.What I'fe got to say iss what we'fe all got to say----ROBERTS.Speak for yourself, Henry Thomas.
SCANTLEBURY.[With a gesture of deep spiritual discomfort.] Let the poor men call their souls their own!
ROBERTS.Aye, they shall keep their souls, for it's not much body that you've left them, Mr.[with biting emphasis, as though the word were an offence] Scantlebury! [To the men.] Well, will you speak, or shall I speak for you?
ROUS.[Suddenly.] Speak out, Roberts, or leave it to others.
