to say to me now?

MORELL (overwhelmed). Is it possible! Well, there's more joy in
heaven over one sinner that repenteth-- (Going to Burgess with an
explosion of apologetic cordiality.) My dear Burgess, I most
heartily beg your pardon for my hard thoughts of you. (Grasps his
hand.) And now, don't you feel the better for the change? Come,
confess, you're happier. You look happier.

BURGESS (ruefully). Well, p'raps I do. I s'pose I must, since you
notice it. At all events, I git my contrax asseppit (accepted) by
the County Council. (Savagely.) They dussent'ave nothink to do
with me unless I paid fair wages--curse 'em for a parcel o'
meddlin' fools!

MORELL (dropping his hand, utterly discouraged). So that was why
you raised the wages! (He sits down moodily.)

BURGESS (severely, in spreading, mounting tones). Why else should
I do it? What does it lead to but drink and huppishness in
workin' men? (He seats himself magisterially in the easy chair.)
It's hall very well for you, James: it gits you hinto the papers
and makes a great man of you; but you never think of the 'arm you
do, puttin' money into the pockets of workin' men that they don't
know 'ow to spend, and takin' it from people that might be makin'
a good huse on it.

MORELL (with a heavy sigh, speaking with cold politeness). What
is your business with me this morning? I shall not pretend to
believe that you are here merely out of family sentiment.