Gladys Egerton.
(Calling into the room)
Tell them it's all right, brother, that it's nothing.
Harry Egerton.
Give him his price and let him go his way——
Egerton.
(Calling toward the room)
A misunderstanding.
Harry Egerton.
And let me run the mill.
And let us see, my father, you and I,
If we can't make that place of work down there
As famous for its harmony as this house.
A land is not its timber but its people,
And not its Art, my father, but its men.
Let's try to make this town a place of peace
And helpfulness. What do you say, my father?