"Are your scruples conscientious ones?"
"Yes, sir."
"And not to be overcome?"
"They are not to be overcome."
Just then Glassford, impatient of all these scruples he was hearing so much about, whirled on Holden with a scowl. Holden turned; his blue eyes met those of Glassford.
"You don't want to sit on this jury, do you?" demanded Glassford.
"No, sir."
"It would interfere with your business, wouldn't it?"
"No, sir."
"It wouldn't? You earn good wages, don't you?"