"I don't believe it. And if they did, we'll have lost a deal more than we'll gain."
Roger rose slowly.
"Where are you going?" she asked, in a sharp voice. It had grown sharp lately under the wearing strain of want.
"There's a meeting."
"Pope, I suppose," she said.
"Pope's away for to-night. It was Holdfast asked me to go."
"If he's to be there, you'll have a word on the right side."
"Holdfast said it wasn't to be a question of taking' sides, but just for to consider the state of affairs," said Roger.
Then he passed out into the falling snow, glad to escape from those pinched pitiful faces. Little Harry's wan look haunted him all the way. Harry had been such a beautiful child; plump and rosy, and full of fun. While now—!
"Something 'll have to be done soon," murmured Roger.