You are going to cast in your lot with the riffraff of politics, the mealy-mouthed anarchist only biding his time, the blatant Bolshevist talking of compromise with his tongue in his cheek, the tub-thumper out to confiscate every one's wealth and start a public house.

You won't know yourself in this gallery." Tallente shook his head.
"These people," he admitted, "are full of their extravagances, although I think that the types you mention are as extinct as the dodo, but I will admit their extravagances, only to pass on to tell you this.

I claim for them that they are the only political party, even with their strange conglomeration of material, which possesses the least spark of spirituality.

I think, and their programme proves it, that they are trying to look beyond the crying needs of the moment, trying to frame laws which will be lasting and just without pandering to capital or factions of any sort.

I think that when their time comes, they will try at least to govern this country from the loftiest possible standard." The Prime Minister completed his walk, the enjoyment of which Tallente had entirely spoilt.