"My mind cannot rest unless my body does," he answered, laughing.
"Take it the other way—don't you know what it is to have rest of mind make you forget weariness of body?"
"No—nor you either," said he.
"Then I am sorry for you; and I wish I could get at the mill people."
"Why?"
"To tell them what I know about it."
"But you could not get at them, Mrs. Masters. They are in the mills from seven till seven—or eight, and come out tired and dirty; and Sunday, as I told you, they like to stay at home and rest and perhaps clean up."
"If there is no help for that," said Diana, "there ought to be no mills."
"And no manufacturers?"
"What are silk and iron, to the bodies and souls of men? Basil, does that passage in the Revelation mean that?"