Personally, I am in favour of imprisonment rather than fine." The other bounded on his chair.
"You would imprison me for working overtime--with _willing men!_" Wharton eyed him with smiling composure.

Two or three other men--an old general, the smart private secretary of a cabinet minister, and a well-known permanent official at the head of one of the great spending departments--who were sitting grouped at the end of the table a few feet away, stopped their conversation to listen.
"Except in cases of emergency, which are provided for under the Act," said Wharton.

"Yes, I should imprison you, with the greatest pleasure in life.

Eight hours _plus_ overtime is what we are going to stop, _at all hazards!_" A flash broke from his blue eyes.

Then he tranquilly resumed his smoking.
The young manufacturer flushed with angry agitation.
"But you must know, it is inconceivable that you should not know, that the whole thing is stark staring lunacy.