“As sure as I am that the moon is shining on your face.”
Upon the word, the moon disappeared behind a cloud. Lady Phayre started, and touched his sleeve.
“Oh, what a bad omen!”
But Daniel laughed. Omens had no place in his downright philosophy.
“Well, Juliet calls the moon inconstant,” said Lady Phayre gaily. “So we won’t believe it.”
“I only have to keep the men up till then,” said Goddard.
“And you will do it, Mr. Goddard,” she replied. “It will be a great victory, and we shall all be so proud of you.”
So Goddard went to sleep that night with hope thrilling through his dreams. And he woke up the next morning and went about his work, and longed for Lady Phayre. She might be back in five days.
But before the five days were up, Rosenthal’s support of the Employers’ Association became a matter of public certainty.
“I will not believe it,” shouted Goddard to the grey-faced secretary. “Nothing but the sight of Rosenthal’s cheque would convince me. If you give in now, you’ll be throwing up the most glorious victory labour ever won in this country. You are fools—wretched, cowardly, credulous fools.”