“I haven't decided, yet,” he said. “I voted for Mr. Wilson in 1916, but although I suppose parties are necessary, I don't like to feel that I am party-bound. Anyhow, the old party lines are gone. I rather look—”
He stopped. That terrible speech of Edith Boyd's still rankled.
“Go on, Willy,” said Lily. “I told them they'd love to you talk.”
“That's really all, sir,” said Willy Cameron, unhappily. “I am a Scot, and to start a Scot on reform is fatal.”
“Ah, you believe in reform?”
“We are not doing very well as we are, sir.”
“I should like extremely to know how you feel about things,” said Howard, gravely.
“Only this: So long as one party is, or is considered, the representative of capital, the vested interests, and the other of labor, the great mass of the people who are neither the one nor the other cannot be adequately represented.”
“And the solution?”
“Perhaps a new party. Or better still, a liberalizing of the Republican.”