"So we are in a fortnight or so, if we can decide where. I should like to have some men here for a few days, if you don't mind."
She turned her head, and looked out of the window.
"Who are the men you want to ask—relations?"
"Relations! No. What made you think— Besides, you know I haven't any but De Poincy."
"Y—yes. Still, I couldn't imagine, just at first, that you'd want a lot of strangers here—now."
"Not if you object, of course. But, since you seemed quite ready to set off to Persia or China at any moment, I couldn't be expected to know you objected to strangers."
"Whom did you want?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I was thinking of the two Careys, and Williams and Dunbar."
"The men who are trying to make you get up a Labor paper?"
"The men that I'm trying to make devote their great talents, their lives, to saving the country."