‘About this,’ he resumed, tapping the note which he still held. ‘I don’t think you need go there very often. It seems to me you don’t get much good from them.’
She looked at him inquiringly.
‘Theirs isn’t the kind of Socialism I care much about,’ he continued, with the air of giving a solid reason. ‘It seems to me that Westlake’s going off on a road of his own, and one that leads nowhere. All that twaddle to-day about the development of society! I don’t think he spoke of me as he might have done. You’ll see there won’t be half a report in the “Fiery Gross.”’
Adela was still silent.
‘I don’t mean to say you’re not to see Mrs. Westlake at all, if you want to,’ he pursued. ‘I shouldn’t have thought she was the kind of woman to suit you. If the truth was known, I don’t think she’s a Socialist at all. But then, no more are you, eh?’
‘There is no one with a more passionate faith in the people than Mrs. Westlake,’ Adela returned.
‘Faith! That won’t do much good.’
He was silent a little, then went to another subject.
‘Rodman writes that he’s no intention of giving up the money. I knew it would come to that.’
‘But the law will compel him,’ Adela exclaimed.