Parliament, representing us; but you couldn't find six men in the
whole constituency that would have bidden you to make that speech.

MORE. I'm sorry; but I can't help my convictions, Banning.

SHELDER. What was it the prophet was without in his own country?

BANNING. Ah! but we're not funning, Mr. More. I've never known
feeling run so high. The sentiment of both meetings was dead against
you. We've had showers of letters to headquarters. Some from very
good men--very warm friends of yours.

SHELDER. Come now! It's not too late. Let's go back and tell them
you won't do it again.

MORE. Muzzling order?

BANNING. [Bluntly] That's about it.

MORE. Give up my principles to save my Parliamentary skin. Then,
indeed, they might call me a degenerate! [He touches the newspapers
on the table.]

KATHERINE makes an abrupt and painful movement, then remains as
still as before, leaning against the corner of the window-seat.

BANNING. Well, Well! I know. But we don't ask you to take your
words back--we only want discretion in the future.

MORE. Conspiracy of silence! And have it said that a mob of