Darwin sprang up again.
"You keep the perlice off us, an' gie us the cuttin' up o' their bloomin' parks an' we'll do it fast enough," he cried.
"Much good that'll do you, just at present," said Wharton, contemptuously.

"Now, you just listen to me." And, leaning forward over the desk again, his finger pointed at the room, he went through the regular Socialist programme as it affects the country districts--the transference of authority within the villages from the few to the many, the landlords taxed more and more heavily during the transition time for the provision of house room, water, light, education and amusement for the labourer; and ultimately land and capital at the free disposal of the State, to be supplied to the worker on demand at the most moderate terms, while the annexed rent and interest of the capitalist class relieves him of taxes, and the disappearance of squire, State parson, and plutocrat leaves him master in his own house, the slave of no man, the equal of all.

And, as a first step to this new Jerusalem--_organisation_!--self-sacrifice enough to form and maintain a union, to vote for Radical and Socialist candidates in the teeth of the people who have coals and blankets to give away.
"Then I suppose you think you'd be turned out of your cottages, dismissed your work, made to smart for it somehow.

Just you try! There are people all over the country ready to back you, if you'd only back yourselves.

But you _won't_.