MARTIN. Perfect! It's——
GUY (proceeding). You are suffering the lean years. The fat ones are coming.
MARTIN. We've heard all that before. You put it down to the war, not to the machines that time.
GUY. Even England can't recover in a moment from a war like this one.
MARTIN. It was all the war last time we made complaint and when the war was over you promised us fat times, and all of us were going to go hell for leather for prosperity.
GUY. Just wait a bit. Think what a great thing this system is. We're going to make calico for the whole world. We've all a share in it.
HENRI. You get your share and ours as well.
GUY. Do try to follow me. The cotton comes to us from the sun-kissed fields of far America, grown there by planters descended from men of our own blood and——
MARTIN. The cotton's grown by slaves.
GUY. That's not my business.