Are you going to back out now, because a dilettante writer, an aristocrat who never did a stroke of work in his life, casts sneering doubts upon my honesty?
I've done the work you gave me to do.

It's up to you to finish it, I represent a million working men.

So does David Sands there, Evans and Cross, and you others.

What does Orden represent?
Nobody and nothing! Miles Furley?
A little band of Socialists who live in their gardens and keep bees! My lord Bishop?
Just his congregation from week to week! Yet it's these outsiders who've come in and disturbed us.

I've had enough of it and them.