a assured him.

"Never mind, you shall breakfast again," Maraton declared. "It is a
good augury that the first words I have heard from one of ourselves have
been words such as your brother has spoken. To tell you the truth, I
came over here in fear and trembling. Some of your leaders have
frightened me a little."

"You mean--" Aaron began.

"That they don't hold their heads high enough. I am not for strikes
that finish with a shilling a week more for the men; or for Acts of
Parliament which dole out tardy charity. I am for the bigger things.
Last night I lay awake, thinking--your friend Richard Graveling set me
thinking. We must aim high. I am here for no man's individual good. I
am here to plan not pinpricks but destruction."

The servant brought in more breakfast. They sat and talked, Maraton
asking many questions concerning the men whom he would meet later in the
day. Then he looked regretfully at the great pile of letters still
before him.

"I shall need a secretary," he said slowly.

Aaron sprang to his feet.

"Take me," he begged. "I have been in a newspaper office. I am slow at
shorthand but I can type like lightning. I will work morning and night.
I want nothing but a little food if I may go about with you and hear you
speak. Oh, take me!"

Maraton smiled.

"You are engaged," he declared. "Go out and hire a typewriter and bring
it here in a cab. You can start at once, I hope?"

"This minute," Aaron agreed, his voice breaking with excitement.

Maraton passed him money and took them both to the door.

"Tell me about to-night?" Julia asked. "Will you go to the Clarion?
Shall you speak?"

Maraton shook his head.

"No. I have written to the men whom I am anxious to meet here, and
asked them to come to me. I should prefer not to speak at all until I
go to Manchester. I have plans, but I must not speak of them for the
moment."

"I had hoped so to hear you speak to-night," she murmured, and her face
fell.

They stood together at the door and looked out across the green
tree-tops towards the city.

"The time has gone by for speeches," he said quietly. "Perhaps before
very long you may hear greater things than words."

They hurried off--Julia to the factory, Aaron to a typewriting depot in
New Oxford Street. At the corner of the Square they parted.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked.

His face was all aglow.

"Satisfied! Julia, you told me nothing! He is wonderful--splendid!"

She climbed on to