(Wearily.) You don't understand. When I say he is dangerous it is because he threatens all the stabilities, because he threatens us who have made this country and upon whom this country and its prosperity rest.
(Connie, scenting trouble, walks across stage away from them.)
Margaret
The captains of industry—the banking magnates and the mergers?
Starkweather
Call it so. Call it what you will. Without us the country falls into the hands of scoundrels like that man Knox and smashes to ruin.
Margaret
(Reprovingly.) Not a scoundrel, father.
Starkweather
He is a sentimental dreamer, a hair-brained enthusiast. It is the foolish utterances of men like him that place the bomb and the knife in the hand of the assassin.