But take this opening of the fifteenth chapter of _Diana of the Crossways_:-- "The Gods of this world's contests, against whom our poor stripped individual is commonly in revolt, are, as we know, not miners, they are reapers; and if we appear no longer on the surface, they cease to bruise us: they will allow an arena character to be cleansed and made presentable while enthusiastic friends preserve discretion.

It is of course less than magnanimity; they are not proposed to you for your worship; they are little Gods, temporary as that great wave, their parent human mass of the hour.

But they have one worshipful element in them, which is, the divine insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case.

And the People so far directed by them may boast of healthfulness.

Let the individual shriek, the innocent, triumphant, have in honesty to admit the fact.