[ANTHONY nods. UNDERWOOD goes to the door, returning with
HARNESS, a pale, clean-shaven man with hollow cheeks, quick
eyes, and lantern jaw--FROST has retired.]

UNDERWOOD. [Pointing to TENCH'S chair.] Sit there next the
Chairman, Harness, won't you?

[At HARNESS'S appearance, the Board have drawn together, as it
were, and turned a little to him, like cattle at a dog.]

HARNESS. [With a sharp look round, and a bow.] Thanks! [He sits---
his accent is slightly nasal.] Well, gentlemen, we're going to do
business at last, I hope.

WILDER. Depends on what you call business, Harness. Why don't you
make the men come in?

HARNESS. [Sardonically.] The men are far more in the right than you
are. The question with us is whether we shan't begin to support them
again.

[He ignores them all, except ANTHONY, to whom he turns in
speaking.]

ANTHONY. Support them if you like; we'll put in free labour and have
done with it.

HARNESS. That won't do, Mr. Anthony. You can't get free labour, and
you know it.