It will be the hundreds and thousands of people with something to lose--a few pounds in a joint-stock mill, a house of their own built through a co-operative store, an acre or two of land stocked by their own savings--it is they, I am afraid, who will put Miss Boyce's friends down so far as they represent any real attack on property--and brutally, too, I fear, if need be." "I dare say," exclaimed Marcella, her colour rising again.

"I never can see how we Socialists are to succeed.

But how can any one _rejoice_ in it?
How can any one _wish_ that the present state of things should go on?
Oh! the horrors one sees in London.

And down here, the cottages, and the starvation wages, and the ridiculous worship of game, and then, of course, the poaching--" Miss Raeburn pushed back her chair with a sharp noise.

But her brother was still peeling his pear, and no one else moved.