GUY. That's it.
RUTH. And they were so pitifully low. They'd hardly enough for bread before.
GUY (facing her). I don't fix the price of bread. It's no use discussing it with you. You can't understand.
RUTH. I'm not thinking of them. At one time I should have done. That's over now. To-day I only think of you. And you're in danger. I know it. I know it.
GUY. Nothing's going to happen to me. I've a rough idea of what they think of me. I've taken my precautions.
RUTH. No precautions are proof against desperate men.
GUY. Then if nothing's any good, why worry?
RUTH. Something would be good. Raise their wages.
GUY. That's impossible. I've told you to drop discussing it.
RUTH. Why is it impossible? They'd more before you reduced them and you didn't starve.