_Rutherford._ Rutherfords' is going down--down. I got to pull her up, somehow. There's one way out.... Mr. John's made this metal--a thing, I take your word for it, that's worth a fortune. And we're going to sit by and watch him fooling it away--selling it for a song to Miles or Jarvis, that we could break to-morrow if we had half a chance.... You've got but to put your hand in your pocket to save the place and you don't do it. You're with them--you're with the money-grubbing little souls that can't see beyond the next shilling they put in their pockets.... When men steal, Martin, they do it to gain something. If I steal this, what'll I gain by it? If I make money, what'll I buy with it? Pleasure, maybe? Children to come after me--glad o' what I done? Tell me anything in the wide world that'd bring me joy, and I'll swear to you never to touch it.... If you give it to me what'll you gain by it? Not a farthing shall you ever have from me--no more than I get myself. _Martin._ And what will Mr. John get for it? _Rutherford._ Rutherfords'--when I'm gone. He'll thank you in ten years--he'll come to laugh at himself--him and his price. He'll see the Big Thing one day, mebbe, like what I've done. He'll see that it was no more his than 'twas yours to give nor mine to take.... It's Rutherfords'.... Will you give it to me? _Martin._ I take shame to be doing it now.... He worked it out along o' me. Every time it changed he come running to show me like a bairn wi' a new toy. _Rutherford._ It's for Rutherfords'.... Rutherfords' ruthlessly marches on. If the Rutherford purpose does not shrink from corrupting its most trusted servant, it surely will not bend before a daughter who has dared, even once in her life, to assert herself. _Rutherford._ How far's it gone? _Janet._ Right at first--I made up my mind that if you ever found out, I'd go right away, to put things straight. He wanted to tell you at the first. But I knew that it would be no use.... It was _I_ said not to tell you. _Rutherford._ Martin ... that I trusted as I trust myself. _Janet._ You haven't turned him away--you couldn't do that! _Rutherford._ That's my business. _Janet._ You couldn't do that ... not Martin.... _Rutherford._ Leave it--leave it ... Martin's my servant, that I pay wages to. I made a name for my children--a name respected in all the countryside--and you go with a workingman.... To-morrow you leave my house. D'ye understand? I'll have no light ways under my roof. No one shall say I winked at it. You can bide the night. To-morrow when I come in I'm to find ye gone.... Your name shan't be spoken in my house ... never again.