She stepped cautiously.
"I thought Mr.Ferrier knew everything!" "I wish he knew something about his party--and the House of Commons!" cried Marsham, as though a passion within leaped to the surface.
The startled eyes beside him beguiled him further.
"I didn't mean to say anything indiscreet--or disloyal," he said, with a smile, recovering himself.

"It is often the greatest men who cling to the old world--when the new is clamoring.

But the new means to be heard all the same." Diana's color flashed.
"I would rather be in that old world with Mr.Ferrier than in the new with Mr.Barton!" "What is the use of talking of preferences?
The world is what it is--and will be what it will be.

Barton is our master--Ferrier's and mine.

The point is to come to terms, and make the best of it." "No!--the point is--to hold the gate!--and die on the threshold, if need be." They had come to a stile.