SIMPSON: Yes, you will! [Takes him by the shoulders.]
RILEY [taking him from SIMPSON]: Put him first!
[They begin to jostle toward the factory door.]
FRANKEL [as they push him he waves a despairing hand at GIBSON]: Mr.
Gibson, that was a fine trick you played on us!
THE COMMITTEE [shouting]: You go on there! Come on! We got to take our medicine!
FRANKEL: Lemme alone! Take your hands off me!
[They jostle out, leaving NORA and GIBSON alone together. NORA has gone to the large table, sitting beside it, with her head far down between her hands. As the noise dies away MIFFLIN comes in from the factory.]
MIFFLIN: What wonderful spirits! Just great, rough boys!
[Smiles as he gets his hat, magazines, newspaper, and umbrella.]
Everything is working out. Some little inevitable friction here, some little setback there. But it all works, it all works to the one great end. I'm sorry I wasn't present for the end of the meeting to hear what success there was this month, but that's a detail. The dream has come true. It's here, and we're living it! [At the door.] I'll send you a copy of my next article, Mr. Gibson. [Modestly laughs.] They tell me the series is making a little sensation in its way. Good morning!