"What are their countries, Lydia?"
"Greece, Italy, Poland, Russia—oh, a lot more."
"Aren't they voting here in this country?"
"Why, yes, ever so many of them."
"Then," said Jeff, "this is their country, and this is their language, and they've got to learn some English plays and act them as God pleases. But act them they shall. Or their children shall. And you may give my compliments to Madame Beattie and tell her if she blocks my game I'll block hers. She'll understand. And they've got to learn what England was and what America meant to be till she got on the rocks."
"Jeff," said Lydia, venturing, "aren't you going into business?"
"I am in business," said Jeff. "It's my business to bail out the scuppers here in Addington and bust Weedie Moore."
"If you went into business," said Lydia, "and made money you could—"
"I could pay off my creditors? No, I couldn't, Lydia. I could as easily lift this house."
"But you could pay something—"