'You're sweated if you get two pounds a week,' continued Victoria. 'You're sweated when you buy a loaf, sweated when you ride in a bus, sweated when they cremate you.'
'I don't understand,' said Betty.
'All profits are sweated,' quoted Victoria from a pamphlet.
'But people must make profits,' protested Betty.
'What for?' asked Victoria.
'How are people to live unless they make profits?' said Betty. 'Aren't our wages profits?'
Victoria was nonplussed for a moment and became involved. 'No, our wages are only wages; profit is the excess over our wages.'
'I don't understand,' said Betty.
'Never mind,' said Victoria, 'I'll ask Mr Farwell; he'll make it clear.'
Betty shot a dark blue glance at her.