"How could I be more?"
"Easily enough. You could be an anarchist."
"And is that a step higher?"
"Wolves think so."
"But I don't"
"I hope not."
They sat in silence. The young man was angry, but he controlled himself.
"It is easy to scatter dangerous words in this town," said the merchant. "And, sir,"—he broke off, rousing himself,—"look at the inconsistency, the ridiculousness of your position. I employ more than a thousand people; my son says that I oppress them. I"—
"Hold on; I didn't say that. I don't know of any injustice that you inflict upon your employés; but I do know of such wrongs committed by other men. But you have shown me that the condition of those creatures is hopeless."
"What creatures?"