To-day I fear that the time for any legislation in which you would concur, is past." "What have you to hope for but legislation ?" Mr.Foley asked.

"What else is there but civil war ?" Maraton smiled a little grimly.
"There is what in your heart you are fearing all the time," he replied.
"There is the slow paralysis of all your manufactures, the stoppage of your railways, the dislocation of every industry and undertaking built upon the slavery of the people.

What about your British Empire then ?" Mr.Foley regarded his visitor with quiet dignity.
"I have understood that you were an Englishman, Mr.Maraton," he said.
"Am I to look upon you as a traitor ?" "Not to the cause which is my one religion," Maraton retorted swiftly.
"Empires may come and go, but the people remain.

What changes may happen to this country before the great and final one, is a matter in which I am not deeply concerned." The telephone bell upon the table between them rang.

Mr.Foley frowned slightly, as he raised the receiver to his ear.
"You will forgive me ?" he begged.