They want money in their pockets, cash, so much a week--nothing else.

I tell you that self-interest is before the eyes of every one of those Lancashire operatives to whom you are going to speak.

An hour or so less work a week, an ounce more of tobacco, a glass of beer when he feels inclined, a little more money in the bank--that's what he wants." "You may be speaking the truth, Mr.Foley," Maraton confessed quietly.
"At any rate, you have voiced some of my deepest fears.

I know that I cannot bring the people to my standard by showing them the whole of my mind.

But why should I?
If I know that my cause is just, if I know that it is for the good of the world, isn't it my duty to conceal as much as I find it wise to conceal, to keep my hand to the plough, even though I drive it through the fields of devastation ?" "Then your mission is not an honest one," Lord Armley declared suddenly.
"It is dishonest that good things may come of it." "It is possible to reason like that," Maraton admitted.
"Now, listen," Mr.Foley continued.