"Not in five years."
Luke lit a cigarette. He noted that his hand was steady, and its steadiness gratified him.
"They're well enough paid, aren't they?"
"You know the scale."
"Well, it's a fair one, isn't it?"
"What does that matter to them when they think they can get more?"
"But you say they can't, Forbes."
"I can't convince them of it. Their attitude is that if we can't pay them what they want, the Business had better go out of existence.'
"You saw the men's committee?"
"This evening. That's why I couldn't come to your meeting."