Goodkind
Then we'll file a petition to have you declared incompetent! [He starts R.]
Daniel
Mr. Goodkind, you don't, mean that! You don't mean that because I'm trying to help——
Goodkind
Help ... whom? Strikers, and street women, and general riff-raff! And you don't even help them ... because nobody can! And, if you could, and did, how in the name of God would that help the Community? If I find you're still crazy in half an hour, I'll say you're crazy, and I'll prove it! [He goes to the door.] Think it over! [As he is about to exit, he narrowly escapes collision with a neatly-dressed, capable-looking man, who apologizes, in nearly correct English, and, with a contemptuous glance, crosses to up C.]
The Man
Excuse me!
Goodkind
All right! [He follows the man back into the room.] Haven't I seen you somewhere before?