GAYNOR (who has been staring at him with contempt—coldly angry). You refuse to let your daughter go to a sanatorium?
CARMODY. I do.
GAYNOR (threateningly). Then I'll have to report her case to the Society for the Prevention of Tuberculosis of this county, and tell them of your refusal to help her.
CARMODY (wavering a bit). Report all you like,and be damned to you!
GAYNOR (ignoring the interruption—impressively).A majority of the most influential men of this city are behind the Society. Do you know that? (Grimly.) We'll find a way to move you, Carmody, if you try to be stubborn.