CARTER: I don't feel no sympathy with him.
NORA: No; I should think not!
[A more distant outbreak of the mob is heard, brief but fierce, and just a moment before it ceases MIFFLIN enters, beaming. He is dressed as usual, with his umbrella and the same old magazines and newspapers under his arm.]
MIFFLIN: Everything is lovely! How do you do, Miss Gorodna! Carter, old fellow! It's a great morning, a great morning! Mr. Gibson drove me down in his car. It's wonderful to feel the inspiration it's going to be for an ex-capitalist to see this place and its harmony. My phrase for it is "harmonized industry." It will mark an epoch for him.
[GIBSON comes in. MIFFLIN greets him.]
MIFFLIN: Ah, Mr. Gibson! You'll see a difference! You'll see a difference!
GIBSON: Yes, I do. Good morning, Miss Gorodna!
NORA [just barely looking round]: Good morning, Mr. Gibson.
MIFFLIN: I was just saying what an inspiration it's going to be for you to see what we're doing down here. [Pats CARTER'S shoulder.] These noble fellows are teaching us intellectuals a lesson. I keep going among them; what they're doing here keeps flowing into me. You'll get it, Mr. Gibson. You'll get it, too!
[Beamingly he goes out into the factory.]