Peale. (Rises quickly) Nothing—absolutely nothing. (Sits)
Rodney. (Quickly) But I have a lot to say. We may not have a big business now, but we have got a trade-mark, the catchiest trade-mark ever invented for soap. We’re a growing concern. Just because our advertising annoys you, you mustn’t think it’s valueless. Why, it’s so good that capital is chasing us: our money is practically unlimited. Is that a fair statement, Peale?
Peale. (Dazed at Rodney’s bluff) Very fair—very fair indeed——
Martin. Bluff, son, bluff!
Rodney. Not at all. And since you’re so skeptical, father, I don’t mind letting you see the plans for our new factory. (Takes plans from desk)
Martin. New factory?
Rodney. Yes, father—these are the offices, this is Miss Grayson’s office, this is Mr. Peale’s office, and this is mine.
Martin. Well, aren’t you going to make any soap?
Rodney. Right here, where our capacity will be——