MARY. Oh, if you're going to listen to them, I'll sit in yonder.
MATTHEW (sharply). Don't touch the loom, now.
(Exit Mary.)
Well, what is it? I haven't time to spend on argument.
HENRI. Then give us your advice, Mr. Butterworth, your help.
MATTHEW. I'm not a politician.
(Martin sits wearily on settle.)
JOE. Maybe you're not. But you're a man. And you know how things are with us. They're different with you.
MATTHEW. And why?
HENRI. Because you're the favourite of Mr. Barlow.