THE CLERK [feebly ironical]. I have noticed something about it in
the papers. Heard you mention it once or twice, now I come to
think of it.

AUGUSTUS. Our gallant fellows are dying in the trenches; and you
want a rise!

THE CLERK. What are they dying for? To keep me alive, ain't it?
Well, what's the good of that if I'm dead of hunger by the time
they come back?

AUGUSTUS. Everybody else is making sacrifices without a thought
of self; and you--

THE CLERK. Not half, they ain't. Where's the baker's sacrifice?
Where's the coal merchant's? Where's the butcher's? Charging me
double: that's how they sacrifice themselves. Well, I want to
sacrifice myself that way too. Just double next Saturday: double
and not a penny less; or no secretary for you [he stiffens
himself shakily, and makes resolutely for the door.]

AUGUSTUS [looking after him contemptuously]. Go, miserable
pro-German.

THE CLERK [rushing back and facing him]. Who are you calling a
pro-German?

AUGUSTUS. Another word, and I charge you under the Act with
discouraging me. Go.