CHARLIE. I'm the only bulwark the men have. If I marry Rosie—sell myself to you—it means pushing the men back into their old places just when they're ready to make some show of fighting and want all the help I can give them.
JABEZ. For God's sake do leave the men out of it for one moment. It's you I'm talking about, not them. You gave me your word last night.
CHARLIE. I know I did.
JABEZ (sneeringly) You needn't talk so much about honour.
CHARLIE. Oh, there are things I value more than an empty phrase. That lift accident made me realize once again how much I'm needed and how little I could do if I married Rosie. I've seen Mrs. Wilcock this morning. Oh, it's pitiful!
JABEZ. Now, could I help the lift breaking down?
CHARLIE. No, but you could help a hundred other things happening, only safety apparatus costs money and men are cheap. Last night's accident was only the last straw. The men need me and I won't forsake them.
JABEZ. Who's asking you to forsake them? I'm only asking you to carry out your engagement. Good heavens, it's a chance any man in his senses would jump at.
CHARLIE. I'm sorry I don't agree.
JABEZ. You play fast and loose with me, my lad, and I'll ruin your father for it. Don't forget that.