BISHOP. If you will give him a job, I will recompense you for his salary.
PRESCOTT. [Shocked.] You can't mean that.
BISHOP. I do mean it.
PRESCOTT. I am surprised, James--that a man of your principles and profession ...
BISHOP. I am in a very grievous dilemma.
PRESCOTT. I am sorry, but I can't do it. It is neither ethical nor wise.
BISHOP. I don't know whether it is wise or not. But I know my son is desperate. I know I have got to do something. I can't see that fine boy going about lost and unwanted, with no place in the world. I can't see my son turning to Communism--and helping to pull down not only your temples of money, but my House of God.
PRESCOTT. I am very sorry. I can't do what you ask.
BISHOP. If your plans go through, you would have a place for him?
PRESCOTT. [Impatiently.] Yes, yes.