MARSH
(angrily).
What does this mean?
RICHARD
(suavely).
One of my crack-brained fancies. I wished to keep you, sirs, for twenty minutes.
PENROSE
(insulted).
Even a crack-brained lout may go too far.
MARSH.
Have at him! He's but one——
RICHARD
(clearly and passionately, his voice a-thrill).
Behind me are a hundred—a thousand souls—all those who stand for freedom. Although you do not see them, they are there!