Now then, what is it?

Roberts.  Right, Sir!

[Throughout all that follows, he and Anthony look fixedly upon each other.  Men and Directors show in their various ways suppressed uneasiness, as though listening to words that they themselves would not have spoken.]

The men can’t afford to travel up to London; and they don’t trust you to believe what they say in black and white.  They know what the post is [he darts a look at Underwood and Tench], and what Directors’ meetings are:  “Refer it to the manager—­let the manager advise us on the men’s condition.  Can we squeeze them a little more?”

Underwood. [In a low voice.] Don’t hit below the belt, Roberts!

Roberts.  Is it below the belt, Mr. Underwood?  The men know.  When I came up to London, I told you the position straight.  An’ what came of it?  I was told I did n’t know what I was talkin’ about.  I can’t afford to travel up to London to be told that again.

Anthony.  What have you to say for the men?

Roberts.  I have this to say—­and first as to their condition.  Ye shall ’ave no need to go and ask your manager.  Ye can’t squeeze them any more.  Every man of us is well-nigh starving. [A surprised murmur rises from the men.  Roberts looks round.] Ye wonder why I tell ye that?  Every man of us is going short.  We can’t be no worse off than we’ve been these weeks past.  Ye need n’t think that by waiting yell drive us to come in.  We’ll die first, the whole lot of us.  The men have sent for ye to know, once and for all, whether ye are going to grant them their demands.  I see the sheet of paper in the Secretary’s hand. [Tench moves nervously.] That’s it, I think, Mr. Tench.  It’s not very large.

Tench. [Nodding.] Yes.

Roberts.  There’s not one sentence of writing on that paper that we can do without.

     [A movement amongst the men.  Roberts turns on them sharply.]

Isn’t that so?

     [The men assent reluctantly.  Anthony takes from Tench the paper
     and peruses it.]

Not one single sentence.  All those demands are fair.  We have not. asked anything that we are not entitled to ask.  What I said up in London, I say again now:  there is not anything on that piece of paper that a just man should not ask, and a just man give.

     [A pause.]

Anthony.  There is not one single demand on this paper that we will grant.

     [In the stir that follows on these words, Roberts watches the
     Directors and Anthony the men.  Wilder gets up abruptly and goes
     over to the fire.]

Roberts.  D’ ye mean that?

Anthony.  I do.

     [Wilder at the fire makes an emphatic movement of disgust.]