[Exit right.]

GER. And I, too!

[Exit left.]

RUTHERFORD. [A stout and rather coarse-looking man, enters, right,
with PLIMPTON.] It's certainly an outrageous state of affairs,
Plimpton!

PLIMPTON. [A thin, clerical-looking person, with square-cut beard.]
Disgraceful! Disgraceful!

RUTH. The public seems to be quite hysterical!

PLIMP. We have got to a state where simply to be entrusted with great
financial responsibility is enough to constitute a man a criminal; to
warrant a newspaper in prying into the intimate details of his life,
and in presenting him in hideous caricatures.

RUTH. I can sympathize with you, Plimpton . . . these government
investigations are certainly a trial. [Laughing.] I've had my turn at
them . . . I used to lie awake nights trying to remember what my
lawyers had told me to forget!

PLIMP. Ahem! Ahem! Yes . . . a rather cynical jest! I can't say
exactly . . .

MRS. IS. [In doorway, right.] Ah, Mr. Plimpton! How do you do? And Mr.