"I haven't weakened your faith, have I?" she asked. "You don't doubt the wisdom of throwing yourself into this."
Electra rose suddenly from the desk, with an air of terminating the interview. Her voice rang like metal.
"If you talked to me until you were an old woman, you couldn't convince me. He was great—great! I should have followed him, if he had lived. I shall follow him all the faster now."
Rose, too, came to her feet.
"I almost think," she said, "I shall hear of your speaking for the cause."
A flush went over Electra's face. She looked wonderfully equipped for some high task, and also as if she recognized her own value and was glad she had that to give. Rose went back to Ivan Gorof and his great night.
"I keep remembering more and more of what he said," she mused. "He said the Brotherhood, as he saw it, would have its way because it was so beautiful. It would be like men in shining raiment regarded because they made a light, and people would see the light and want to walk by it."
"I must put that down," said Electra absorbedly. "I may at any time have to talk about him as I knew him."
"Ivan Gorof?"
"The chief. Was it Ivan Gorof who said that?"