After that, you send the people back to sleep; and for the next five years these seven hundred gentlemen, consulting no one but themselves, rule over the country as absolutely as ever a Caesar ruled over Rome.

What sort of Democracy is that?
Even a Labour Government--supposing that in spite of the Press it did win through--what would be its fate?
Separated from its base, imprisoned within those tradition-haunted walls, it would lose touch with the people, would become in its turn a mere oligarchy.

If the people are ever to govern they must keep their hand firmly upon the machine; not remain content with pulling a lever and then being shown the door." She had sent a note by messenger to Mary Stopperton to say she was coming.

Mary had looked very fragile the last time she had seen her, just before leaving for France; and she had felt a fear.

Mary had answered in her neat, thin, quavering writing, asking her to come early in the morning.