MARTIN. Why put it on to Byron? Hasn't his noble Lordship sins enough of his own?
RUTH. Guy, don't you see? He's the men's leader.
They won't do anything without him. He told me that. That they would wait for him to give the word.
MARTIN. I told you that it was too late. I came up here to-night without imperilling my plans. It didn't matter that (snapping his fingers) how long you kept me here. Succeeded! The only thing you've succeeded in is in arousing your husband's suspicions.
GUY. Be careful, Kelsall.
MARTIN. I've nothing to be careful about. I could be at Jericho for all the difference it'll make.
RUTH. You told me you were their leader.
MARTIN. The leader of a movement is the brain of it.
Brain is scarcer than brawn, and therefore——
GUY. Therefore it skulks up here in safety.