edward. [stupefied, helpless.] So he's involved!
mr. voysey. Of course he's involved, and he's always after high interest too . . it's little one makes out of him. But there's a further question here, Edward. Should I have had confidence in myself, if I'd remained a poor man? No, I should not. You must either be the master of money or its servant. And if one is not opulent in one's daily life one loses that wonderful . . financier's touch. One must be confident oneself . . and I saw from the first that I must inspire confidence. My whole public and private life has tended to that. All my surroundings . . you and your brothers and sisters that I have brought into, and up, and put out in the world so worthily . . you in your turn inspire confidence.
edward. Not our worth, not our abilities, nor our virtues, but the fact that we travel first class and ride in hansoms.
mr. voysey. [impatiently.] Well, I haven't organised Society upon a basis of wealth.
edward. Is every single person who trusts you involved in your system?
mr. voysey. What new hole are you finding to pick in my conduct?
edward. My mind travelled naturally from George Booth with his big income to old Nursie with her savings which she brought you to invest. You've let those be, at least.
mr. voysey. I never troubled to invest them . . it wasn't worth while.
edward. Father!