And we who have the vision--the kettle boiling over?
No, no, let me see to it--we who know the truth," she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot.

Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It's all so SIMPLE." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her--the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity.
"One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr.Asquith--one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them.

But reason," she reflected, "what is reason without Reality ?" Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr.Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs.Seal's phrases, a dryly humorous intonation.

He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet.
"But, Mrs.Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two," he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women.

"Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt.