The Disagreeable Young Man. Very well, my boy. Now tell me why you are so over-filled with joy?
The Polite Young Man. Yes, I will. I am glad that I can celebrate the golden wedding of my grandfather. I am glad that just thirty years ago to-day grandfather founded his factory. I am glad because of our large and happy family and that so many lovely and good and happy people have come here to celebrate this remarkable event; all of them good and prosperous.
The Disagreeable Young Man. Prosperous!
The Polite Young Man. Yes, I rejoice at their prosperity.
The Disagreeable Young Man. The laborers down there in the foundry, however, are not as over-joyed at this prosperity as you are. For this prosperity of yours they have been starving these past thirty years.
The Polite Young Man. Grandfather was always good to his employees.
The Disagreeable Young Man. Indeed! Our grandfather has managed by hook or by crook to amass an enormous fortune and you are glad that his fortune is now made and you do not have to resort to questionable means.
The Polite Young Man [hurt]. Questionable means? You do not intend to assert that our grandpapa....
The Disagreeable Young Man. I assert nothing. But mark you this. There is only one honest way to gain a large fortune: inheriting it. You cannot earn it without resorting to questionable means.
The Polite Young Man. Shame! to say a thing like that!