SCANTLEBURY. [Almost hysterically.] I protest, I protest! I'm a humane man—we're all humane men!
EDGAR. [Scornfully.] There's nothing wrong with our humanity. It's our imaginations, Mr. Scantlebury.
WILDER. Nonsense! My imagination's as good as yours.
EDGAR. If so, it is n't good enough.
WILDER. I foresaw this!
EDGAR. Then why didn't you put your foot down!
WILDER. Much good that would have done.
[He looks at ANTHONY.]
EDGAR. If you, and I, and each one of us here who say that our imaginations are so good—
SCANTLEBURY. [Flurried.] I never said so.