Strife | Page 7

sorry for the men than I am, but if they
[lashing himself] choose to be such a pig-headed lot, it's nothing to do
with us; we've quite enough on our hands to think of ourselves and the
shareholders.
EDGAR. [Irritably.] It won't kill the shareholders to miss a dividend or
two; I don't see that that's reason enough for knuckling under.
SCANTLEBURY. [With grave discomfort.] You talk very lightly of
your dividends, young man; I don't know where we are.
WILDER. There's only one sound way of looking at it. We can't go on
ruining ourselves with this strike.
ANTHONY. No caving in!
SCANTLEBURY. [With a gesture of despair.] Look at him!
[ANTHONY'S leaning back in his chair. They do look at him.]
WILDER. [Returning to his seat.] Well, all I can say is, if that's the
Chairman's view, I don't know what we've come down here for.
ANTHONY. To tell the men that we've got nothing for them----

[Grimly.] They won't believe it till they hear it spoken in plain English.
WILDER. H'm! Shouldn't be a bit surprised if that brute Roberts had n't
got us down here with the very same idea. I hate a man with a
grievance.
EDGAR. [Resentfully.] We didn't pay him enough for his discovery. I
always said that at the time.
WILDER. We paid him five hundred and a bonus of two hundred three
years later. If that's not enough! What does he want, for goodness'
sake?
TENCH. [Complainingly.] Company made a hundred thousand out of
his brains, and paid him seven hundred--that's the way he goes on, sir.
WILDER. The man's a rank agitator! Look here, I hate the Unions. But
now we've got Harness here let's get him to settle the whole thing.
ANTHONY. No! [Again they look at him.]
UNDERWOOD. Roberts won't let the men assent to that.
SCANTLEBURY. Fanatic! Fanatic!
WILDER. [Looking at ANTHONY.] And not the only one! [FROST
enters from the hall.]
FROST. [To ANTHONY.] Mr. Harness from the Union, waiting, sir.
The men are here too, sir.
[ANTHONY nods. UNDERWOOD goes to the door, returning with
HARNESS, a pale, clean-shaven man with hollow cheeks, quick eyes,
and lantern jaw--FROST has retired.]
UNDERWOOD. [Pointing to TENCH'S chair.] Sit there next the
Chairman, Harness, won't you?
[At HARNESS'S appearance, the Board have drawn together, as it were,
and turned a little to him, like cattle at a dog.]
HARNESS. [With a sharp look round, and a bow.] Thanks! [He sits---
his accent is slightly nasal.] Well, gentlemen, we're going to do
business at last, I hope.
WILDER. Depends on what you call business, Harness. Why don't you
make the men come in?
HARNESS. [Sardonically.] The men are far more in the right than you
are. The question with us is whether we shan't begin to support them
again.
[He ignores them all, except ANTHONY, to whom he turns in
speaking.]

ANTHONY. Support them if you like; we'll put in free labour and have
done with it.
HARNESS. That won't do, Mr. Anthony. You can't get free labour, and
you know it.
ANTHONY. We shall see that.
HARNESS. I'm quite frank with you. We were forced to withhold our
support from your men because some of their demands are in excess of
current rates. I expect to make them withdraw those demands to-day: if
they do, take it straight from me, gentlemen, we shall back them again
at once. Now, I want to see something fixed upon before I go back
to-night. Can't we have done with this old-fashioned tug-of-war
business? What good's it doing you? Why don't you recognise once for
all that these people are men like yourselves, and want what's good for
them just as you want what's good for you [Bitterly.] Your motor-cars,
and champagne, and eight-course dinners.
ANTHONY. If the men will come in, we'll do something for them.
HARNESS. [Ironically.] Is that your opinion too, sir--and yours-- and
yours? [The Directors do not answer.] Well, all I can say is: It's a kind
of high and mighty aristocratic tone I thought we'd grown out
of--seems I was mistaken.
ANTHONY. It's the tone the men use. Remains to be seen which can
hold out longest--they without us, or we without them.
HARNESS. As business men, I wonder you're not ashamed of this
waste of force, gentlemen. You know what it'll all end in.
ANTHONY. What?
HARNESS. Compromise--it always does.
SCANTLEBURY. Can't you persuade the men that their interests are
the same as ours?
HARNESS. [Turning, ironically.] I could persuade them of that, sir, if
they were.
WILDER. Come, Harness, you're a clever man, you don't believe all
the Socialistic claptrap that's talked nowadays. There 's no real
difference between their interests and ours.
HARNESS. There's just one very simple question I'd like to put to you.