“You will see presently.”
“I tell you they are well off. What have they to complain of?”
“What of their brethren—those who have not so good a master, and die of hunger and misery, and call on them for assistance? Do you think they will remain deaf to such a summons? Hardy is only an exception. Let the people but give a good pull all together, and the exception will become the rule, and all the world be happy.”
“What you say there is true, but it would be a devil of a pull that would make an honest man out of my old master, Baron Tripeaud, who made me what I am—an out-and-out rip.”
“Hardy’s workmen are coming; you are their comrade, and have no interest in deceiving them. They will believe you. Join with me in persuading them—”
“To what?”
“To leave this factory, in which they grow effeminate and selfish, and forget their brothers.”
“But if they leave the factory, how are they to live?”
“We will provide for that—on the great day.”
“And what’s to be done till then?”