Somewhere within her brain a voice as hollow as an echo was repeating, "_Isn't that life--sparrows for larks always ?_" "Well, you know what I feel about you, and what I think about Benham," replied Stephen.

"You two together stand for all that I admire." As if ashamed of the tone of sentiment, he continued carelessly after a moment: "Vetch is very far from being a Benham, and yet there is something about the man that holds one's attention.

People are for ever discussing him.

A little while ago we were talking about his personal peculiarities and his political offences.

Now we are wondering how he will handle this strike if it comes off; and what effect it will have on his career?
Benham, of course, thinks that he is an instrument in the hands of a political group; that his office was the price they paid him not to interfere in the strike.