Wanklin. [Retaining a trace of irony.] You hear the consequences of your victory, Chairman?

Wilder. [With a burst of feeling.] My wife’s ill!

Scantlebury.  Dear, dear!  You don’t say so.

Wilder.  If I don’t get her out of this cold, I won’t answer for the consequences.

     [Through the double-doors Edgar comes in looking very grave.]

Edgar. [To his Father.] Have you heard this, sir?  Mrs. Roberts is dead!

     [Every one stages at him, as if trying to gauge the importance
     of this news.]

Enid saw her this afternoon, she had no coals, or food, or anything.  It’s enough!

     [There is a silence, every one avoiding the other’s eyes, except
     Anthony, who stares hard at his son.]

Scantlebury.  You don’t suggest that we could have helped the poor thing?

Wilder. [Flustered.] The woman was in bad health.  Nobody can say there’s any responsibility on us.  At least—­not on me.

Edgar. [Hotly.] I say that we are responsible.

Anthony.  War is war!

Edgar.  Not on women!

Wanklin.  It not infrequently happens that women are the greatest sufferers.

Edgar.  If we knew that, all the more responsibility rests on us.

Anthony.  This is no matter for amateurs.

Edgar.  Call me what you like, sir.  It’s sickened me.  We had no right to carry things to such a length.

Wilder.  I don’t like this business a bit—­that Radical rag will twist it to their own ends; see if they don’t!  They’ll get up some cock and bull story about the poor woman’s dying from starvation.  I wash my hands of it.

Edgar.  You can’t.  None of us can.

Scantlebury. [Striking his fist on the arm of his chair.] But I protest against this!

Edgar.  Protest as you like, Mr. Scantlebury, it won’t alter facts.

Anthony.  That’s enough.

Edgar. [Facing him angrily.] No, sir.  I tell you exactly what I think.  If we pretend the men are not suffering, it’s humbug; and if they’re suffering, we know enough of human nature to know the women are suffering more, and as to the children—­well—­it’s damnable!

     [Scantlebury rises from his chair.]

I don’t say that we meant to be cruel, I don’t say anything of the sort; but I do say it’s criminal to shut our eyes to the facts.  We employ these men, and we can’t get out of it.  I don’t care so much about the men, but I’d sooner resign my position on the Board than go on starving women in this way.

     [All except Anthony are now upon their feet, Anthony sits
     grasping the arms of his chair and staring at his son.]

Scantlebury.  I don’t—­I don’t like the way you’re putting it, young sir.