Bamford. If I provide a quarter of the capital, I've a right——
Ste. You've every right, Mr. Bamford, and we shall do nothing without your approval.
Bamford. Then I approve houses. As a ratepayer—
Ste. (definitely). Only, if it's houses, I can't go on. (Consternation.)
Smiths. (frightened). We can't do without your influence.
Bamford (grudgingly). No, we can't do without Verity.
Ste. Our share of what 'ull go on the rates is a flea bite. Our profit 'ull cover it a hundred times. I don't deny the town needs houses, needs 'em badly, only I haven't the capital for houses. My money's tied up and I'm not touching it. The money I'm putting into this isn't my own.
(Alcorn writes on a scrap of paper and passes it to Smithson, who reads, nods, and passes it to Stephen.)
Bamford. Who's is it, if it's a fair question? Ste. My daughter's. I'll want it back quick. Alcorn. Your daughter's got money, then? Bamford (very interested). Your daughter's? Nice looking girl, your daughter. (Slight pause.)
Well, I'm using my own money and——(Irritably.)