LUBIN [completely let down] Going to happen! Oh! Is that all? [He looks at his watch].
BURGE. Going to happen! What do you mean? Do you mean that you cant make it happen?
CONRAD. No more than I could have made you happen.
FRANKLYN. We can put it into men's heads that there is nothing to prevent its happening but their own will to die before their work is done, and their own ignorance of the splendid work there is for them to do.
CONRAD. Spread that knowledge and that conviction; and as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, the thing will happen.
FRANKLYN. We don't know where or when or to whom it will happen. It may happen first to someone in this room.
HASLAM. It wont happen to me: thats jolly sure.
CONRAD. It might happen to anyone. It might happen to the parlor maid. How do we know?
SAVVY. The parlor maid! Oh, thats nonsense, Nunk.
LUBIN [once more quite comfortable] I think Miss Savvy has delivered the final verdict.