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ame to keep up--must stand well in the people's eyes. As it is, I sailed very near the wind. Suppose we had an ordinary person up before us for striking a woman? BUILDER. I didn't strike a woman--I struck my daughter. MAYOR. Well, but she's not a child, you know. And you did resist the police, if no worse. Come! You'd have been the first to maintain British justice. Shake 'ands! BUILDER. Is that what you came for? MAYOR. [Taken aback] Why--yes; nobody can be more sorry than I-- BUILDER. Eye-wash! You came to beg me to resign. MAYOR. Well, it's precious awkward, Builder. We all feel-- BUILDER. Save your powder, Mayor. I've slept on it since I wrote you that note. Take my resignations. MAYOR. [In relieved embarrassment] That's right. We must face your position. BUILDER. [With a touch of grim humour] I never yet met a man who couldn't face another man's position. MAYOR. After all, what is it? BUILDER. Splendid isolation. No wife, no daughters, no Councillorship, no Magistracy, no future--[With a laugh] not even a French maid. And why? Because I tried to exercise a little wholesome family authority. That's the position you're facing, Mayor. MAYOR. Dear, dear! You're devilish bitter, Builder. It's unfortunate, this publicity. But it'll all blow over; and you'll be back where you were. You've a good sound practical sense underneath your temper. [A pause] Come, now! [A pause] Well, I'll say good-night, then. BUILDER. You shall have them in writing tomorrow. MAYOR. [With sincerity] Come! Shake 'ands. BUILDER, after a long look, holds out his hand. The two men exchange a grip. The MAYOR, turning abruptly, goes out. BUILDER remains motionless for a minute, then resumes his seat at the side of the writing table, leaning his head on his hands. The Boy's head is again seen rising above the level of the window-sill, and another and another follows, till the three, as if decapitated, heads are seen in a row. BOYS' VOICES. [One after another in a whispered crescendo] Johnny Builder! Johnny Builder! Johnny Builder! BUILDER rises, turns and stares at them. The THREE HEADS disappear, and a Boy's voice cries shrilly: "Johnny Builder!" BUILDER moves towards the window; voices are now crying in various pitches and keys: "Johnny Builder!" "Beatey Builder!" "Beat 'is wife-er!" "Beatey Builder!"
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