“It has been spoken of,” he admitted.
“Then I really cannot see,” she said, “what you are doing here.”
“Why not?” he asked doggedly.
She shrugged her shoulders.
“In the first place,” she said, “you ought to be rushing about amongst your supporters, keeping them up to the mark, and all that sort of thing. And in the second—”
“Well?”
“Are we not the very people against whom you have declared war?”
“I have declared war against no people,” he answered. “It is systems and classes, abuses, injustice against which I have been forced to speak. I would not deprive your Order of a single privilege to which they are justly entitled. But you must remember that I am a people’s man. Their cause is mine. They look to me as their mouthpiece.”
Lucille shrugged her shoulders.
“You cannot evade the point,” she said. “If you are the, what do you call it, the mouthpiece of the people, I do not see how you can be anything else than the enemy of the aristocracy.”