ASHER. Do you seriously suggest that I give labour a voice in my business?
DR. JONATHAN. Doesn't George suggest it, when he pleads for industrial democracy? He seems to think that he is ready to give his life for it. And Bert Farrell has already given his life for it.
ASHER (agitatedly). What? Timothy's boy, Bert? Is he dead? Why didn't you tell me?
DR. JONATHAN (gently). I've had no chance. Minnie and Timothy were here just before you came in.
ASHER. Oh God, I'm sorry—I'm sorry for Timothy. It might have been—I'll go and see Timothy. Where is he?—at his house.
DR. JONATHAN. No, at the shops. He wanted to keep working until they close down.
ASHER (who has started for the door, right, turns). What do you mean?
(There is a knock at the door.)
DR. JONATHAN. I mean that the moment has come, Asher, to remember George. That your opportunity is here—heed it.
ASHER. I can't, I won't desert my principles