No, we may talk and write and agitate, but we'll _do_ nothing till we get the old families with us.' Hyacinth laughed.

It seemed to him that Miss Goold was deliberately talking nonsense, rejoicing in a paradox.
'We are likely to wait, if we wait for them.

Look at those.' He waved his hand towards a group of yeomen who were chatting at the street corner.

'They are going to stamp out a nation in South Africa.

Is it likely that they will create one here ?' 'It is not likely'-- she sighed as she spoke--'yet stranger things than that have happened.