mstance, the most moving, the most efficacious of all types and
epitomes. We have made our protest--we are daily making it--in the face
of society, against the fictions and overgrowths which at the present
time are excluding Him more and more from human love. But now, suppose
we turn our backs on negation, and have done with mere denial! Suppose
we throw all our energies into the practical building of a new house of
faith, the gathering and organizing of a new Company of Jesus!'

Other men had been stealing in while he was speaking. The little room
was nearly full. It was strange, the contrast between the squalid
modernness of the scene, with its incongruous sights and sounds, the
Club-room, painted in various hideous shades of cinnamon and green,
the smoke, the lines and groups of workingmen in every sort of
working-dress, the occasional rumbling of huge wagons past the window,
the click of glasses and cups in the refreshment bar outside, and this
stir of spiritual passion which any competent observer might have felt
sweeping through the little crowd as Robert spoke, connecting what was
passing there with all that is sacred and beautiful in the history of
the world.

After another silence a young fellow, in a shabby velvet coat, stood up.
He was commonly known among his fellow potters as 'the hartist,' because
of his long hair, his little affectations of dress, and his aesthetic
susceptibilities generally. The wits of the Club made him, their target,
but the teasing of him that went on was more or less tempered by the
knowledge that in his own queer way he had brought up and educated two
young sisters almost from infancy, and that his sweetheart had been
killed before his eyes a year before in a railway accident.

'I dun know,' he said in a high, treble voice, 'I dun know whether I
speak for anybody but myself--very likely not; but what I _do_ know,'
and he raised his right hand and shook it with a gesture of curious
felicity, 'is this,--what Mr. Elsmere starts I'll join,--'where he goes
I'll go--what's good enough for him's good enough, for me. He's put a
new heart and a new stomach into me and what I've got he shall have,
whenever it pleases 'im to call for it! So if he wants to run a new
thing against or alongside the old uns, and he wants me to help him with
it--I don't know as I'm very clear what he's driving at, nor what good I
can do 'im--but when Tom Wheeler's asked for he'll be there!'

A deep murmur, risin