GERALD. You did. (They all take drinks.) What's the latest, Mr. Freer?
JOB ARTHUR. The latest? Well, I don't know, I'm sure—-
GERALD. Oh, yes. Trot it out. We're quite private.
JOB ARTHUR. Well—I don't know. There's several things.
GERALD. The more the merrier.
JOB ARTHUR. I'm not so sure. The men are in a very funny temper, Mr. Barlow—very funny.
GERALD. Coincidence—so am I. Not surprising, is it?
JOB ARTHUR. The men, perhaps not.
GERALD. What else, Job Arthur?
JOB ARTHUR. You know the men have decided to stand by the office men?