HENRI. What is that writing, Matt? You can read.
MATTHEW (half turning away). Yes, I can read.
(Ruth comes as if to try to secure the paper. Martin turns his shoulder to her and the three men surround Matthew as he stands C.)
JOE. What is it?
MATTHEW (reluctantly). Something cruel, Joe. It's under your picture.
JOE. I can see that.
MARTIN. Out with it Matt.
MATTHEW. No need to cry aloud the shame of what a young man does in his pride.
HENRI. You think to shield him because he is your son-in-law. You are a traitor, Butterworth.
JOE. Best read it, Matt. We'll get it done outside, in any ease.