BISHOP. I won't keep you long. PRESCOTT. Sit down. BISHOP. Stanley, I'm in trouble. I've come to you for help. PRESCOTT. [_Wary._] I needn't tell you that anything in my power ... BISHOP. You're a business man. PRESCOTT. When there is business. BISHOP. You believe in our American system of government. PRESCOTT. Certainly, certainly. The system we did have. BISHOP. So do I. Sincerely. I have the deepest, profoundest faith in our democracy. PRESCOTT. [_Impatient with the other's irrelevancy._] The world has not yet found anything better. BISHOP. But unless we do something it won't last beyond our generation. PRESCOTT. Nonsense. BISHOP. Social unrest is growing. Young people, in their enforced idleness, are turning away from all that we have taught them. PRESCOTT. [_Annoyed._] Come, James. That isn't what you came to see me about. BISHOP. It is. PRESCOTT. You have been reading sensational papers. Of course a depression gives the radicals a chance to spread their doctrines. But there isn't any cause for worry. Prosperity is always a sure cure for radicalism. And things are picking up. BISHOP. You are probably under the common delusion that all radicals are wild-eyed foreigners. PRESCOTT. [_Bitter in his thoughts_.] If it wasn't for this foolery at Washington ... BISHOP. So was I. But I find they are not. PRESCOTT. We should all have been out of the slump long ago. BISHOP. Many of them--the young ones--are good American stock. PRESCOTT. The Administration proclaims its adherence to the profit system.... BISHOP. They have education, in some cases, background, but unfortunately no experience. PRESCOTT.... and at the same time it insists on unfair competition with private enterprise. BISHOP. As long as such men remain idle ... PRESCOTT. So how can private capital be expected to make commitments? BISHOP. I don't know. PRESCOTT. But don't you agree? BISHOP. Perfectly. PRESCOTT. Surely, James, the depression did not hit you personally? BISHOP. In unexpected ways, Stanley--in most unexpected ways. PRESCOTT. On the contrary, the Church should have benefited. People in misfortune turn to religion. BISHOP. But with empty pockets. However, I am not complaining for the Church. It is my son I am worried about. PRESCOTT. Ah, yes. Kenneth. An agreeable fellow, Kenneth. BISHOP. Of the six years he's been out of college he has worked only four months. Think of it. PRESCOTT. Is he married? BISHOP. No. PRESCOTT. That's fortunate. BISHOP. Perhaps. If he were married and had a dependent wife and children he might get architectural work in a government slum clearance project. PRESCOTT. Exactly what I was talking about. The sooner the government turns the building industry back to private enterprise the better. BISHOP. Kenneth's situation is tragic. He is a mature man, long overdue to take a man's full place in the world. PRESCOTT. [_Impatient._] Yes, I know--I know. BISHOP. Yet he is classed as a dependent child.