mr. george booth. [modestly insisting.] There's five thousand in Alguazils—what else could we put it into?
mr. voysey. I can get you something at four and a half.
mr. george booth. Oh, Lord . . that's nothing.
mr. voysey. [with a sudden serious friendliness.] I wish, my dear George, you'd invest more on your own account. You know—what with one thing and the other—I've got control of practically all you have in the world. I might be playing old Harry with it for all you know.
mr. george booth. [overflowing with confidence.] My dear feller . . if I'm satisfied! Ah, my friend, what'll happen to your firm when you depart this life! . . not before my time, I hope, though.
mr. voysey. [with a little frown.] What d'ye mean?
mr. george booth. Edward's no use.
mr. voysey. I beg your pardon . . very sound in business.
mr. george booth. May be . . but I tell you he's no use. Too many principles, as I said just now. Men have confidence in a personality, not in principles. Where would you be without the confidence of your clients?