For these sights and sounds Mrs.Wade had no attention, but frequently her ear was smitten with the name "Quarrier," spoken or roared by partisan or adversary.
Her way led her through the open place where stood the Town Hall; here had gathered some hundreds of people, waiting for the result of the poll.

As she hurried along the ragged edge of the crowd, a voice from somewhere close at hand checked her.
"If you imagine that Quarrier will do more for the people than any other politician, you will find yourselves mistaken.

Party politics are no good--no good at all.

You working men ought to have the sense to form a party of your own." It was Northway, addressing a cluster of mill-hands, and evidently posing as one of a superior class who deigned to give them disinterested advice.

She listened for a minute longer, but heard nothing that could excite her alarm.
When she reached the house it was a quarter to ten.