George listened, much amused. “No friends left but you, Bill,” said he.
“You haven’t succeeded in pleasing anybody on earth.”
“Except myself,” said Helm.
They had turned and were once more moving toward the house—toward the young woman at the window. “Yourself—and your wife,” said Desbrough.
“I hope so,” said George. He was looking at her. His eyes always changed expression when he looked at her.
“When you took this office, you said you were going to please the people,” pursued Bill.
“To serve the people,” corrected Helm.
“Same thing,” rejoined his friend. “Now—you’ve found out that there isn’t any such thing as the people.”
Helm nodded.
“There are a lot of interests of one kind and another, big and little. The masses are employed by them to produce and are their customers as consumers. The interests rob them, both ways from the Jack.”