Or perhaps it would be some sudden unsuspected revulsion of feeling in his heart.

Such a revulsion had come to him this afternoon as he had gazed up to the Viceroy's box.

A wild and unreasoning wrath had flashed up within him, not against the system, but against that tall stooping man, worn with work, who was at once its representative and its flower.

Up there the great man stood--so his thoughts ran--complacent, self-satisfied, careless of the harm which his system wrought.

Down here upon the grass walked a man warped and perverted out of his natural course.