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Book, page 11 / 92 WILLIE. Hello, Job Arthur--are you there? I didn't recognise you without your frock-coat and silk hat--on the Sabbath.--What was that you said? You think of something else, besides yourselves?--Oh ay-- I'm glad to hear it. Did you mean your own importance? (A motor car, GERALD BARLOW driving, OLIVER TURTON with him has pulled up.) JOB ARTHUR (glancing at the car). No, I didn't. WILLIE. Didn't you, though?--Come, speak up, let us have it. The more the merrier. You were going to say something. JOB ARTHUR. Nay, you were doing the talking. WILLIE. Yes, so I was, till you interrupted, with a great idea on the tip of your tongue. Come, spit it out. No matter if Mr. Barlow hears you. You know how sorry for you we feel, that you've always got to make your speeches twice--once to those above, and once to us here below I didn't meant the angels and the devils, but never mind. Speak up, Job Arthur. JOB ARTHUR. It's not everybody as has as much to say as you, Mr. Houghton. WILLIE. No, not in the open--that's a fact. Some folks says a great deal more, in semi-private. You were just going to explain to me, on behalf of the men, whom you so ably represent and so wisely lead, Job Arthur--we won't say by the nose--you were just going to tell me--on behalf of the men, of course, not of the masters--that you think of others, besides yourself. Do you mind explaining WHAT others? JOB ARTHUR. Everybody's used to your talk, Mr. Houghton, and for that reason it doesn't make much impression. What I meant to say, in plain words, was that we have to think of what's best for everybody, not only of ourselves. WILLIE. Oh, I see. What's best for everybody! I see! Well, for
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