" Lewisham regarded Moses and spoke of his
future. Miss Heydinger for the most part watched his face.
"And then?" said Miss Heydinger.
"One must bring these views prominently before people. I believe still
in pamphlets. I have thought ..." Lewisham paused, it is to be hoped
through modesty.
"Yes?" said Miss Heydinger.
"Well--Luther, you know. There is room, I think, in Socialism, for a
Luther."
"Yes," said Miss Heydinger, imagining it. "Yes--that would be a grand
way."
So it seemed to many people in those days. But eminent reformers have
been now for more than seven years going about the walls of the Social
Jericho, blowing their own trumpets and shouting--with such small
result beyond incidental displays of ill-temper within, that it is
hard to recover the fine hopefulness of those departed days.
"Yes," said Miss Heydinger. "That would be a grand way."
Lewisham appreciated the quality of personal emotion in her voice. He
turned his face towards her, and saw unstinted admiration in her
eyes. "It would be a great thing to do," he said, and added, quite
modestly, "if only one could do it."
"_You_ could do it."
"You think I could?" Lewisham blushed vividly--with pleasure.
"I do. Certainly you could set out to do it.
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