He was responsible for the woods, wasn't he?
He told me he was.' 'Nothing of the kind! In the end the owner is responsible.

This fellow is attacking _me_!' Elizabeth said nothing.

She could only wait in hope to see how the large sums mentioned in the contract might work.
'"Maximum price"! What's this?
--"Had Mr.Mannering been willing to enter into negotiations with us last year,"'-- the Squire began to read a letter accompanying the draft contract--'"when we approached him, we should probably have been able to offer him a better price.
But under the scale of prices now fixed by the Government--"' The owner of Mannering bounded out of his seat.
'And you actually mean to say that I may not only be forced to sell my woods--but whether I am forced or not, I can only sell them at the Government price?
Intolerable!--absolutely _intolerable_! Every day that Englishmen put up with these tyrannies is a disgrace to the country!' 'The country must have artillery waggons and aeroplanes,' said Elizabeth, softly.

'Where are we to get the wood?
There are not ships enough to bring it overseas ?' 'And suppose I grant you that--why am I not to get my fair price--like anybody else?
Just tell me that!' 'Why, everybody's "controlled"!' cried Elizabeth.
'Pshaw! I am sorry to be uncivil'-- a sarcastic bow in her direction--'but I really must point out that you talk nonsense.
Look at the money in the banks--look at the shops and the advertisements--look at the money that people pay for pictures, and old books, and autographs.

_Somebody's_ making profits--that's clear.