"I'm only a woman, Charley. Maybe I don't understand you."
"Well, I'll tell you. There's wealth, luxury, everything here. Where did they get it? They took more than their share."
"Now you're talking like a Socialist. Mr. Rawn tells me you are a Socialist, Charley."
"I don't believe I am. But I believe a good many would be if they'd gone through what I have. Now, what those two took, they took from me—what you've got here you got from me. I don't mind that. The big trouble is—the wrong premise about it is—that what they took they took from this people, this country. And there are so many who even are hungry."
"Oh, we'd never get done if we began that way! All success does that way, you know that. Not all can be rich." Her eyes still came about to him.
"Yes, all success succeeds—until that wrong premise comes out. Then there's trouble!"
III
"Are you going to sell us out, Charley?" she demanded suddenly.
"I never sold out anybody. I'm the one that's been sold out."
"Aren't we your real friends?"