MATTHEW. They'll have the law of you.
MARTIN. The law doesn't care for us. The law lets us starve. We've finished with palaver now. We've got to do.
(They are reaching the door when Ephraim, John and Guy enter by the opposite door.)
EPHRAIM. Where are you going?
MARTIN. We're tired of waiting.
EPHRAIM. Come, come! We had to consider our answer. (The men come back.)
JOE (closing door, l.). Well, have you got your answer?
EPHRAIM. Yes. Go back to your fellows and tell them this: We will raise wages to the old figure——
MARTIN. We've refused that.
EPHRAIM. Let me finish, my man. And as to a further increase, when you've tried how you go on and we've all of us thought it over and feel a little calmer than we do now, well, we'll see if we can't do something more for you.