Not only must we, the leaders, have thoroughly grasped this science, but we must find a way of teaching it to the least intelligent of our fellow citizens.

The task is no trifling one.
I'm very much afraid that neither you nor I will live to see it completed." "Pray don't discourage us," put in Constance.

"Comprehensive theories are all very well, but Mr.Breakspeare's practical energy is quite as good a thing." The editor turned his eyes upon Miss Bride, their expression a respectful gratitude.

He was a married man, with abundant offspring.
Mrs.Breakspeare rose every morning at half-past six, and toiled at her domestic duties, year in year out, till ten o'clock at night; she was patient as laborious, and had never repined under her lot.

But her education was elementary; she knew nothing of political theories, nothing of science or literature, and, as he looked at Constance Bride, Breakspeare asked himself what he might not have done, what ambition he might not have achieved, had it been his fate to wed such a woman as _that_! Miss Bride was his ideal.