Peale. Off! (Goes up-stage to window)
Martin. Yes, off.
Rodney. But, why—why?
Martin. Because you took me for a bigger fool than I am. My own son can’t do that to me. I’ve found out now that you’re broke.
Mary. Oh, Mr. Martin!
Martin. (Stopping her) No! (To Rodney) And all the time you were lying to me about the Ivory Soap people and the factory they were going to put up. You thought you could make an ass of me—get the best of me, did you? Well, you can’t. I’m finished with you and your 13 Soap. You’ve got a swelled head, you’re a smart alec, you’re a complete fake, you’re a cheat, young man——
Rodney. (In utter dejection) I guess you’re right.
Martin. (With satisfaction) Ah!
Rodney. I did try to be smart. I was stuck on myself. I thought business was a cinch. But you’re right. I have been a fake. This whole thing never seemed real—it was just fun—like a game; but I’ve waked up, and now it’s serious. I tried to get the best of you, but I’ll take my licking. I don’t want any charity: I know what’s coming to me and I’ll take my medicine.
Martin. (Relenting a little) Well, maybe I’ve said a little too much——