TENCH. Yes, Sir. If the strike goes on it'll be very serious. I think the Directors are beginning to realise that, sir.
ANTHONY. [Ironically.] Indeed?
TENCH. I know you hold very strong views, sir, and it's always your habit to look things in the face; but I don't think the Directors— like it, sir, now they—they see it.
ANTHONY. [Grimly.] Nor you, it seems.
TENCH. [With the ghost of a smile.] No, sir; of course I've got my children, and my wife's delicate; in my position I have to think of these things.
[ANTHONY nods.]
It was n't that I was going to say, sir, if you'll excuse me—— [hesitates]
ANTHONY. Out with it, then!
TENCH. I know—from my own father, sir, that when you get on in life you do feel things dreadfully——
ANTHONY. [Almost paternally.] Come, out with it, Trench!