GUY. No. But I wasn't building another factory then. I want every penny I can screw to-day.
RUTH. Another factory!
GUY (with a touch of fanaticism). Yes. I mean to have another. One was good enough for my father, but it isn't good enough for me. What was enterprising ten years ago isn't enterprising to-day. Machinery's improved since then.
RUTH. Then you're quite sure factories are right?
GUY (grimly). I'm quite sure they're money-makers.
RUTH. But money isn't all.
GUY. I keep on telling you not to discuss it. With your upbringing and your father's views, we're bound to differ, so for Heaven's sake talk about Byron, or anything under the sun but factories.
RUTH. I'm talking about your danger. You won't believe me.
GUY. You won't believe me when I say there is no danger because I'm prepared to meet anything.
RUTH. Including bullets? Do you wear a coat of mail?