She had never met a man like him; at least she had never met a man who plunged into this kind of talk after half an hour's acquaintance.

There was a thrill of feeling in her smooth deep voice when she answered: "If all men thought as you think, the world would be a very different place." "It would he a better place in more ways than one," he replied.
"And yet you yourself call it a dream," said Margaret, musing.
"It is only you, Countess, who say that dreams are never realised." "And do you expect to realise yours ?" "Yes--I do." He looked at her with his bold blue eyes, and she thought they sparkled.
"Tell me," she asked, "are you going to preach a crusade for the liberation of our sex?
Do you mean to bring about the great change in the social relations of the world?
Is it you who will build up the pedestal which we are to mount and from which we shall survey countless ranks of adoring men ?" "Do you not see, as you look down on me from your throne, from this chair, that I have begun already ?" answered Claudius, smiling, and making a pretence of folding his hands.
"No," said the Countess, overlooking his last speech; "if you had any convictions about it, as you pretend to have, you would begin at once and revolutionise the world in six months.

What is the use of dreaming?
It is not dreamers who make history." "No, it is more often women.

But tell me, Countess, do you approve of my crusade?
Am I not right?
Have I your sanction ?" Margaret was silent.

Mr.Barker's voice was heard again, holding forth to Miss Skeat.
"In all ages," he said, with an air of conviction, "the aristocracy of a country have been in reality the leaders of its thought and science and enlightenment.