They got other jobs before I could
stop them.
MIFFLIN: And how many men have you now?
GIBSON: I believe there are one hundred and seventy-five on the pay roll
now.
MIFFLIN: One hundred and seventy-five [_with gusto_] labourers!
GIBSON: Some of them are; some of them are orators.
MIFFLIN [_jovially_]: Ah, I'm afraid that's hard on Miss Gorodna.
GIBSON [_quietly_]: She's both.
MIFFLIN: I understand you are _not_ fighting the labour unions?
GIBSON: No. The workmen themselves declined to unionize the factory.
MIFFLIN: Mr. Gibson, when your father began manufacturing "The Gibson
Upright"--
GIBSON: He didn't. He made a very fine piano--and only a few of them. It
was "The Gibson Upright" that saved the factory. You see, with this
model we began to get on a quantity-production basis. That's why the
business has grown and is growing.
MIFFLIN: You mean that "The Gibson Upright" is the reason for the
present great prosperity of this plant?
GIBSON: Yes.
MIFFLIN: Now be careful, Mr. Gibson; I'm going to ask a trap question.
[_Wagging his pencil at him._] What is the reason for "The Gibson
Upright?"
GIBSON: Do you mean who designed it?
MIFFLIN: Oh, no, no, no! I mean who _makes_ them? If someone asked you
if you're the man that makes "The Gibson Upright" wouldn't you say
"Yes?"
GIBSON: Certainly!
MIFFLIN [_triumphantly_]: Ah, there you fell into the trap!
GIBSON: What's the matter?
NORA [_with controlled agitation_]: It's the same old matter, Mr.
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