WILLIE. You're out for the millennium, I can see--with Mr. Job Arthur
Freer striking the balance. We all see you, Job Arthur, one foot on
either side of the fence, balancing the see-saw, with masters at one
end and men at the other. You'll have to give one side a lot of
pudding.--But go back a bit, to where we were before the motor car
took your breath away. When you said, Job Arthur, that you think of
others besides yourself, didn't you mean, as a matter of fact, the
office men? Didn't you mean that the colliers, led--we won't mention
noses--by you, were going to come out in sympathy with the office
clerks, supposing they didn't get the rise in wages which they've
asked for--the office clerks? Wasn't that it?

JOB ARTHUR. There's been some talk among the men of standing by the
office. I don't know what they'll do. But they'll do it of their
own decision, whatever it is.

WILLIE. There's not a shadow of doubt about it, Job Arthur. But it's
a funny thing the decisions all have the same foxy smell about them,
Job Arthur.

OLIVER TURTON (calling from the car). What was the speech about, in
the first place?

WILLIE. I beg pardon?

OLIVER. What was the address about, to begin with?

WILLIE. Oh, the same old hat--Freedom. But partly it's given to
annoy the Unco Guid, as they pass to their Sabbath banquet of self-
complacency.