Hotchkiss.  Would you steal a turnip from one of the landlords of those stolen lands?

Soames [fencing with the question] They have no right to their lands.

Hotchkiss.  Thats not what I ask you.  Would you steal a turnip from one of the fields they have no right to?

Soames.  I do not like turnips.

Hotchkiss.  As you are a lawyer, answer me.

Soames.  I admit that I should probably not do so.  I should perhaps be wrong not to steal the turnip:  I cant defend my reluctance to do so; but I think I should not do so.  I know I should not do so.

Hotchkiss.  Neither shall I be able to steal George’s wife.  I have stretched out my hand for that forbidden fruit before; and I know that my hand will always come back empty.  To disbelieve in marriage is easy:  to love a married woman is easy; but to betray a comrade, to be disloyal to a host, to break the covenant of bread and salt, is impossible.  You may take me home with you, Polly:  you have nothing to fear.

Mrs George.  And nothing to hope?

Hotchkiss.  Since you put it in that more than kind way, Polly, absolutely nothing.

Mrs George.  Hm!  Like most men, you think you know everything a woman wants, dont you?  But the thing one wants most has nothing to do with marriage at all.  Perhaps Anthony here has a glimmering of it.  Eh, Anthony?

Soames.  Christian fellowship?

Mrs George.  You call it that, do you?

Soames.  What do you call it?

Collins [appearing in the tower with the Beadle].  Now, Polly, the hall’s full; and theyre waiting for you.

The beadle.  Make way there, gentlemen, please.  Way for the worshipful the Mayoress.  If you please, my lords and gentlemen.  By your leave, ladies and gentlemen:  way for the Mayoress.

Mrs George takes Hotchkiss’s arm, and goes out, preceded by the Beadle.

Soames resumes his writing tranquilly.