Loveday.
And all the lovely face of England will be scarred with factories and works, and her people go grey and weary under roofs instead of singing while they work under the blue sky. And not only in England but everywhere, machines, machines, machines will sap the vitals of men and women and make life a grey and sordid fear!
Nora.
Aren’t they just too absurd for anything, those two! As though it was their business to set the world right!
Gordon.
Whose is it then?
Nora.
Nobody’s.
Gordon.
It is the business of everyone to make the world safer and more beautiful—