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242 Githa Sowerby
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 corrupt
ing 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 / 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
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