"I don't care. I'll like it. I won't interrupt." She looked at Luke. "May I stay?" she asked.
Luke smiled.
"I wish you would," he said.
Forbes made a gesture of surrender.
"All right," said he. He turned to Luke and, as Betty seated herself between the two men, who remained standing, he continued: "They're going to strike."
"At the factory?" Luke had feared this. "What do they want?"
"They want us to meet the hours and the wages that the trust is giving."
"We can meet them as to hours, can't we?"
"We might. It would hurt us, but we might."
"But not the wages?"