Let your starving man die, let the bones break
through his skin and carry him up--him and his wife and their children,
and their fellows--to your House of Commons. Tell them that there are
more to-morrow, more the next day, let the millions of the lower classes
look this thing in the face. I tell you that either by a revolution,
which no doubt some of us would find worse than inconvenient, or by less
drastic means, the thing would right itself. You, who work to relieve
the individual, only postpone and delay the millennium. People will
keep their eyes closed as long as they can. It is you who help them to
do so."
"Dinner is served, my lord," the butler announced.
Lord Arranmore extended his arm to Lady Caroom.
"Come," he said, "let us all be charitable to one another, for I too am
starving."
CHAPTER XIV
AN AWKWARD QUESTION
"You think they really liked it, then?"
"How could they help it? It was such a delightful idea of yours, and I
am sure all that you said was so simple and yet suggestive. Good-night,
Mr. Brooks."
They stood in the doorway of the Secular Hall, where Brooks had just
delivered his lecture.
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