Very low, as if to herself, she said:
“I would kill myself to-day if I didn't believe that tyranny and injustice must end.”
“In our time?”
“Perhaps not.”
“Are you content to go on working for an Utopia that you will never see?”
“While our laborers are treated and housed more like dogs than human beings, while the best life under the sun—because life on the soil might be the best life—is despised and starved, and made the plaything of people's tongues, neither I nor mine are going to rest.”
The admiration she inspired in Felix at that moment was mingled with a kind of pity. He said impressively:
“Do you know the forces you are up against? Have you looked into the unfathomable heart of this trouble? Understood the tug of the towns, the call of money to money; grasped the destructive restlessness of modern life; the abysmal selfishness of people when you threaten their interests; the age-long apathy of those you want to help? Have you grasped all these?”
“And more!”
Felix held out his hand. “Then,” he said, “you are truly brave!”