Guéret [suddenly] I have an idea.
Thérèse. What's that?
Guéret. I know my men; they're not bad fellows.
Thérèse. My workers are splendid women.
Guéret. Of course they are. As a matter of fact we're face to face now, not with a fight between men and masters, but with a fight between men-workers and women-workers. The men have their trade union, and the women have theirs. Both unions have a President and two Vice-Presidents. Both have their office. We must have a meeting between the two here at once, in a friendly, sensible way, before they've all had time to excite themselves; and let them find some way out that'll please 'em all.
Féliat. But, my dear fellow, if you bring them together, they'll tear one another's eyes out.
Guéret. Oh, we know you don't believe the working classes have any sense.
Féliat [between his teeth] I don't. I've been an employer too long.
Thérèse [to Monsieur Féliat] Why not try what my godfather suggests? What do you risk?
Féliat. I don't mind. But I will have nothing to do with it personally.