A country without the sinews of movement, a country in which the working classes laid down their tools, a country whose forges had flickered out and whose railroad tracks were deserted, would simply be the helpless prey of any country who cared to pay off old scores." Lord Armley was looking curiously at the approaching couple.
"Never saw a man," he said, half to himself, "who looked the part so little.

Fellow must be well-bred, Foley." Mr.Foley nodded.
"No one knows who his people were.

It doesn't really matter, does it?
Accident has made him a gentleman--accident or fate.

Perhaps that is why he has gained such an ascendency over the people.

The working classes of the country are most of them sick of their own Labour Members.