Harness. [Ironically.] I congratulate you on the conciliatory spirit that’s been displayed.  With your permission, gentlemen, I’ll be with you again at half-past five.  Good morning!

     [He bows slightly, rests his eyes on Anthony, who returns his
     stare unmoved, and, followed by Underwood, goes out.  There is a
     moment of uneasy silence.  Underwood reappears in the doorway.]

Wilder. [With emphatic disgust.] Well!

     [The double-doors are opened.]

Enid. [Standing in the doorway.] Lunch is ready.

     [Edgar, getting up abruptly, walks out past his sister.]

Wilder.  Coming to lunch, Scantlebury?

Scantlebury. [Rising heavily.] I suppose so, I suppose so.  It’s the only thing we can do.

     [They go out through the double-doors.]

Wanklin. [In a low voice.] Do you really mean to fight to a finish, Chairman?

     [Anthony nods.]

Wanklin.  Take care!  The essence of things is to know when to stop.

     [Anthony does not answer.]

Wanklin. [Very gravely.] This way disaster lies.  The ancient Trojans were fools to your father, Mrs. Underwood. [He goes out through the double-doors.]

Enid.  I want to speak to father, Frank.

     [Underwood follows Wanklin Out.  Tench, passing round the table,
     is restoring order to the scattered pens and papers.]

Enid.  Are n’t you coming, Dad?

     [Anthony Shakes his head.  Enid looks meaningly at Tench.]

Enid.  Won’t you go and have some lunch, Mr. Tench?

Tench. [With papers in his hand.] Thank you, ma’am, thank you! [He goes slowly, looking back.]

Enid. [Shutting the doors.] I do hope it’s settled, Father!

Anthony.  No!

Enid. [Very disappointed.] Oh!  Have n’t you done anything!

     [Anthony shakes his head.]

Enid.  Frank says they all want to come to a compromise, really, except that man Roberts.

Anthony.  I don’t.

Enid.  It’s such a horrid position for us.  If you were the wife of the manager, and lived down here, and saw it all.  You can’t realise, Dad!

Anthony.  Indeed?

Enid.  We see all the distress.  You remember my maid Annie, who married Roberts? [Anthony nods.] It’s so wretched, her heart’s weak; since the strike began, she has n’t even been getting proper food.  I know it for a fact, Father.

Anthony.  Give her what she wants, poor woman!

Enid.  Roberts won’t let her take anything from us.

Anthony. [Staring before him.] I can’t be answerable for the men’s obstinacy.