"Is that my certificate of character?"
"I had not finished," she said. "I was keeping the best to the last. You have a great position and an open mind."
"An important combination, you think?"
"An unusual one."
"And so you have an unusual proposition to make to me?"
"Yes, I suppose you will think so. There is a brand I want plucked from the burning—a Royal Commission saved from becoming merely official and useless."
"What is its subject?"
"All this!"—she made an inclusive gesture—"slums, the conditions of sweated labor, the daily material which we have to work on."
"About which you have taught me that I know really nothing."
"You said you were anxious to learn. At least half of that Commission will be anxious not to learn—or not to let others."