"A few days ago you wanted to tell me something--you wanted to tell me of the people.

What was it you had to tell me ?" She looked at him with troubled eyes.
"You said the people were unhappy ?" For a moment she was silent still.
"It must have seemed strange to you," she said abruptly.
"It did.

And yet--" "It was an impulse." "Well ?" "That is all." She looked at him with a face of hesitation.

She spoke with an effort.
"You forget," she said, drawing a deep breath.
"What ?" "The people--" "Do you mean-- ?" "You forget the people." He looked interrogative.
"Yes.

I know you are surprised.