Is that any more than the duty any man owes to his fellowman?
Starkweather
Oh, you unpractical dreamer. (Returns to his note-book.)
Rutland
(Throwing himself into the breach.) Where do I steal, Mr. Knox?—I who get a mere salary for preaching the Lord's Word.
Knox
Your salary comes out of that water I mentioned. Do you want to know who pays your salary? Not your parishioners. But the little children toiling in the mills, and all the rest—all the slaves on the wheel of labor pay you your salary.
Rutland
I earn it.
Knox