Guy. And I could almost find it in my heart to shake your dirty hand for doing it. You've left the less to clear away before we can commence rebuilding. Martin. Rebuilding! Guy. Why, did you think we'd sit down still and mourn? You will not live to see it, Kelsall, but there will be a grand new factory in six months' time. There'll be machines which eat up work as if they liked it. Machines to do the work of many men. They're cunning things, those new machines. They are not rebellious and a little child can guide them by the hand. Kelsall, I think a factory should have a name. I shall call mine the Phoenix Factory, because it's going to rise more glorious upon the ashes you have sown. Martin. Oh, you can kill me---- Guy. And I shall. I'm not like you. I'm not afraid to kill. Martin. But my work will go on. Guy. It will. And shall I tell you what that work of yours will be? Death, Kelsall, Death and---- Martin. Yes, death for me, but for the others--those for whom I give my life--there will be---- Guy. There will be the slower death which you escape by hanging. They will thank you for it, won't they, Kelsall? While they starve, they'll bless your name for burning down the factory that brought them bread. Martin. It did not bring them bread enough for life. Guy. Oh, some of them will live the winter through and come to work my new looms in the spring. They'll be the strong men who survive, strong weavers for my factory and, by the Lord, they will be meek. They will have learnt the cost of yonder carnival. They---- Ruth. Stop, Guy. Guy. What? Ruth. I'm telling you to stop your blasphemy. Guy. You asked me questions, Ruth. I thought you liked to listen to my plans. Ruth. Yes. I have asked you questions and I have my answer now. Guy. True, but you interrupt me, Ruth. You interrupt my telling Mr. Kelsall of the future which he will not be fortunate enough to see. Ruth. You are baiting a helpless man, and---- Guy. If you prefer to go, the door is open. I've got a crow to pick with Kelsall here. Ruth. I do not prefer to go. I told you what a woman could, I'd do to stop your infamies. Guy (_sneering_). Women can do so much. Ruth. Sometimes they can do much. Martin, I am glad that they have bound your hands. Glad of it now, because---- Martin (_understanding_). No. No. Not that way, Ruth. Ruth. Is there another? Martin. Yes. Loose my hands and I---- Guy. I think not, Kelsall. So. You are Ruth and Martin to each other, are you? And Ruth met Martin on the moors to-night. Ruth is my wife, and Martin--Martin is---- (_He approaches with fist clenched to strike._) Ruth (_in front of Martin, protecting him_). Martin is the man I should have married if---- Guy (_restraining himself with the mastery of one who feels he can take his time_). If you hadn't seen a better chance in me. Martin. A better chance! Ruth (_with a protective arm across his chest, watching Guy by fire, over her shoulder_). Yes, Martin, for it was a chance.