And you can't keep it idle
While men depend upon it for their bread.
(He goes out)
Egerton.
(Roaring after him)
You dare to lay your hands upon that mill!
(He stands staring at the door)
Mrs. Egerton.
(Wonderingly)
It wasn't our son! It wasn't our son!
(The cannon are heard in volley upon volley as of a town giving itself up to celebration)