He wants to meet you."

"Foote!" said Dulac. "Not--"

"Mr. Bonbright Foote," said the girl.

Evidently the man was nonplussed. He stared at Bonbright, who
extended his hand. Dulac looked at it, took it mechanically.

"I heard what you were saying, Mr. Dulac," said Bonbright. "I had
never heard anything like it before--so I wanted to meet you."

Dulac recovered himself, perceived that here was an opportunity, and
spoke loudly so that the staring, interested workingmen, who now
surrounded them, could hear distinctly.

"I'm glad you were present," said he. "It is not often we workingmen
catch the ear of you employers so readily. You sit apart from your
men in comfortable offices or in luxurious homes, so they get little
opportunity to talk straight from the shoulder to you. ... Even if
they had the chance," he said, with a look about him, "they would not
dare. To be respectful and to show no resentment mean their bread and
butter."

"Resentment?" said Bonbright. "You see I am new to the business and
to this. What is it they resent?"

"They resent being exploited for the profit of men like yourself. ...
They resent your having the power of life and death over them. ..."