But he knew, also, that his present beliefs and resolves and aspirations were sincere, were sane, were final--the expression of the mind and heart that were really himself.

Of what use, however, to argue with Ross?
"I could no more convince him," thought Arthur, "than I could myself have been convinced less than a year ago." Besides, of what importance were Ross's beliefs about him or about his views?
So he said to him, and his tone and manner were now convincing: "Well, we'll see.

However, as long as I'm a workman, I'll stand with my class--just as you stand with your class.

And while you are pretending to be generous to us, we'll pretend to be contemptuous of you.

You'll think we are living off of your money; we'll think you are living off of our work.