PFEIFER
[Has inspected BECKER'S web and calls.] Becker, one and threepence.
BECKER
That's what you might give to a beggar; it's not pay.
PFEIFER
Every one who has been attended to must clear out. We haven't room to turn round in.
BECKER
[To those standing near, without lowering his voice.] It's a beggarly pittance, nothing else. A man works his treadle from early morning till late at night, an' when he's bent over his loom for days an' days, tired to death every evening, sick with the dust and the heat, he finds he's made a beggarly one and threepence!
PFEIFER
No impudence allowed here.