Are you going to tell them that it is for posterity they must strike?
Do you mean, when you thunder at them from the platforms, to tell them the truth ?--to tell them that the good which you promise is not for them nor for their children, nor their children's children, but for the unborn generations?
Do you mean to tell them this ?" Maraton was silent.

Lord Armley was watching him closely.

Mr.Foley's eyes were bright, and a little flush had stained the parchment pallor of his cheeks.

He was feeling all the thrill of the fencer who has touched.
"I cannot convince you, Mr.Maraton," he went on, "that yours is not a splendid dream, an idyllic vision, which would fade from the canvas before even the colours were dry, but you have common sense, and I hope at least I can persuade you to see this.

You won't rally the working men of England to your standard under that motto.