One or two secretaries and a visitor remained outside.

Six of them seated themselves at the long table--Phineas Cross, the Northumbrian pitman, Miles Furley, David Sands, representative of a million Yorkshire mill-hands, Thomas Evans, the South Wales miner.
"We got a message from you, Miss Abbeway, a little time ago," Furley remarked.

"It was countermanded, though, just as we were ready to start." "Yes!" she assented.

"I am sorry.

I telephoned from Julian Orden's rooms.