The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet," he continued, taking his place at the table and turning to Mary as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations, "is that they are not based upon sufficiently intellectual grounds.

A mistake, in my opinion.

The British public likes a pellet of reason in its jam of eloquence--a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment," he said, sharpening the phrase to a satisfactory degree of literary precision.
His eyes rested, with something of the vanity of an author, upon the yellow leaflet which Mary held in her hand.

She rose, took her seat at the head of the table, poured out tea for her colleagues, and gave her opinion upon the leaflet.

So she had poured out tea, so she had criticized Mr.Clacton's leaflets a hundred times already; but now it seemed to her that she was doing it in a different spirit; she had enlisted in the army, and was a volunteer no longer.