In our business, trade is declining, the export falling every year, the imports from France steadily advancing.

And you are going to make us fight a country where men work eleven hours a day, for lower wages, with our hands tied behind our backs by legislation of this kind?
Well, you know," he threw himself back in his chair with a contemptuous laugh, "there can be only one explanation.

You and your friends, of course, have banished political economy to Saturn--and you suppose that by doing so you get rid of it for all the rest of the world.

But I imagine it will beat you, all the same!" He stopped in a heat.

As usual what he found to say was not equal to what he wanted to say, and beneath his anger with Wharton was the familiar fuming at his own lack of impressiveness.
"Well, I dare say," said Wharton, serenely.