PULLEN (off). We're glad to do it for you, sir. (Clavering whistles softly and looks at Rosie, who avoids his eye.)
JABEZ (off). We're just a big family, and I'd like to think we're a happy-one. But in a big family there's bound to be some selfish lad who's discontented and tries to make others discontented. I'll name no names.
CLAV. (Softly) That's one for Master Charlie.
JABEZ (Off) I tell you I'm a sight poorer in yon hall than you fellows in your cosy cottages. You think you'd like to change places with me. I wish some of you could, and see how you'd like the responsibility of finding work to keep the shop going for a week or two. Damn it, lads, I'm a raven. I know that as well as you do, but I've got to dress up in peacock's feathers and pretend. I'm no end of a swell for your sakes. It's all bluff—it's the way business is done nowadays. Appearances count.
(Cries off of "That's right, that's right." "Good old Thompson!" "Go on." He proceeds with a threat in his voice.)
Many a time I've been that worried over getting in the orders I've had half a mind to shut up shop. Don't drive me too far or I'll do it. Where 'ud you be then? There's enough working men walking the streets. How 'ud you fellows like to join 'em? I know it's not an easy life. (Plaintively.) I'm doing my level best to make it easier. Only to-day I've arranged with Dr. Clavering——
CLAV. That's my cue. I'd better show up.
JABEZ (continuing). To give him an appointment as medical officer to my works. You'll get free doctoring. (Clavering goes out c. quickly, closing the door.)
JOHN (looking at Rosie appealingly). Rosie!
ROSIE. Yes, Mr. Bunting? (Rises.)