CHARLIE. Oh, you shall know. I'll give you fair warning.
JABEZ (rising). What is it?
CHARLIE. The men. They're not blind. They're no longer the passive fools their fathers were.
TABEZ. Well?
CHARLIE. You were pleased to be angry with me last night when I explained why I undertook laboratory work. I can't help that. My sympathies are all with the men, not the master. If it comes to a fight, I shall be on their side, not yours. You—oh, I don't expect you to understand, but with me altruism is a religion.
JABEZ. A religion! Is that all.
CHARLIE. What more can it be?
JABEZ. My dear fellow, religion is a respectable pastime for Sundays, but it's got nothing to do with every-day life except for parsons and old women In this country, you can be a Mohammedan or a Mormon if you like, but I can't see that it any material difference in your ordinary conduct.
CHARLIE. Can't you? I'm different My religion is a thing I believe in on weekdays, a thing I act upon and live up to as far as I can.
JABEZ. Aren't we getting away from the point?