They pay it.
Mrs. Dowsett
Why, I declare, Mr. Knox, you are worse than Mr. Sakari. You are an anarchist.
(She simulates shivering with fear.)
Chalmers
(To Knox.) I suppose that's part of your speech to-morrow.
Dolores Ortega
(Clapping her hands.) A rehearsal! He's trying it out on us!
Sakari
How would you remedy this—er—this theft?