"We know nothing about that, my good man."
"Why do you call me good? Scripture says nobody is good but God alone. So you know nothing about the Nicene Council, ladies? How can you dare to teach others, when you know nothing yourselves? And if you want to dispense charity, do it while I turn my back to you, for true charity is given secretly. Practise on the children, if you like, they can't defend themselves; but leave us in peace. Give us work and pay us a just wage and then you needn't run about like this. A pinch of snuff, cobbler!"
"Shall I write: Great unbelief, quite hardened, Evelyn?" asked Mrs. Falk.
"I should put impenitent, dear."
"What are you writing down, ladies? Our sins? Surely your book's too small for that!"
"The outcome of the so-called working men's unions...."
"Very good," said Mrs. Homan.
"Beware of the working men's unions," said the joiner. "For hundreds of years war has been made upon the kings, but now we've discovered that the kings are not to blame. The next campaign will be against all idlers who live on the work of others; then we shall see something."
"That's enough!" said the cobbler.
The angry mother, whose eyes had been riveted on Mrs. Falk during the whole scene, took the opportunity of putting in a word.