BRAITHEWAITE [putting his daughter aside]. Indeed! Pray what?

GEORGE [nonchalantly]. Superintendent or something. I leave it to
you. You know more about what jobs there are than I do.

BRAITHEWAITE [controlling his anger]. And on what basis do you
ask for a better job?

GEORGE. Naomi always said my chance would come and I could take
it, if I had nerve and my eyes open. I think now's the time.

BRAITHEWAITE. Why?

GEORGE. Oh, this story about your daughter wouldn't look nice.

UNA. Oh!

BRAITHEWAITE. You forget the power your father-in-law and I have
in the press.

GEORGE. No, I don't. But I remember that you can't keep me from
spreading the news among your men. And I don't think ----

BRAITHEWAITE [angry and advancing on him]. I could have you
prosecuted for blackmail, sir. Have you no honor?

GEORGE. Sure. My honor says provide for your family. I've got the
makings of a big man in me, Mr. Braithewaite. You can't chain me
down with a poor man's morals.