JOE (reprovingly). We are Friends of the People.
MARY. Yes. Friends of yourselves.
JOE. Yes, of ourselves and of you and of Matthew there. We are the people.
MARY (militantly). You're Radicals. And my Matthew's not a redcap like that Frenchie there that's fled his country to come disturbing quiet English folk with his nonsense.
HENRI. I left my country when the Bourbons entered it again. (Rhetorically.) The blood I'd shed for freedom——
JOE (interrupting). We'll talk to Matthew about all that.
MARY (standing, barring the door). You will not talk to Matthew. I'll not have my man made a Radical, and run his head into a noose for the sake of——
MARTIN (quietly). For the sake of freedom.
MARY. We're free enough.
HENRI. You are free to starve. To be slaves of the cotton masters, who treat you worse than any grand seigneur would have treated his peasants under the Bourbons.