Some day, whenever the people choose--for they've got the power now they've got the vote--there'll be land for everybody, and in every village there'll be a council to manage things, and the labourer will count for just as much as the squire and the parson, and he'll be better educated and better fed, and care for many things he doesn't care for now.

But all the same, if he wants sport and shooting, it will be there for him to get.

For everybody will have a chance and a turn, and there'll be no bitterness between classes, and no hopeless pining and misery as there is now!" The girl broke off, catching her breath.

It excited her to say these things to these people, to these poor tottering old things who had lived out their lives to the end under the pressure of an iron system, and had no lien on the future, whatever Paradise it might bring.

Again the situation had something foreseen and dramatic in it.