JOHN. Oh, we can't go beyond the old figure.
GUY. No. But you'll have to if once you start putting wages on the basis of a benevolent Charity. I'm in business to buy cheap and sell dear. I want my labour as cheap as I can get it and, by God, I'll get it cheap.
EPHRAIM (thumping table). Are you the head of Barlow's or am I?
GUY (impatiently). Oh, you are, I suppose.
EPHRAIM. Then you'd better not forget it or I'll turn you out of the room and finish this talk with Heppenstall alone.
(Guy throws himself in chair by fire.)
GUY (sighing to himself). Oh, my God, these old men!
EPHRAIM (to John). I agree to that. I'll raise them on condition you do the same.
GUY. I object.
EPHRAIM. Your objection is overruled.