"He has organised—"
"Strikes?"
"Yes. He's been all over the state, working."
"And talking?"
"Why, yes, Jeff! Don't be unjust. He has to talk."
"Amabel," said Jeffrey, with a sudden seriousness that drew her renewed attention, "have you the slightest idea what kind of things Moore is pouring into the ears of these poor devils that listen to him?"
She hesitated.
"Have you, now?" he insisted.
"Well, no, Jeffrey. I haven't heard him. There's rather a strong prejudice here against labour meetings. So Weedon very wisely talks to the men when he can get them alone."
"Why wisely? Why do you say that?"