others--many others--who speak more convincingly, but no one feels more
than I feel, no one prays for the better times more fervently than I. It
isn't for myself--it isn't for ourselves, even; it's for the children,
it's for the next generation."

Maraton held out his hand suddenly.

"My young friend," he said, "you have spoken the words I like to hear.
Some of my helpers I have found, at times, selfish. They are satisfied
with the small things that lie close at hand, some material benefit
which really is of no account at all. That isn't the work for us to
engage in. Sit down. Sit down, Miss Julia. You have breakfasted?"

"Before we left," Julia assured him.

"Never mind, you shall breakfast again," Maraton declared. "It is a
good augury that the first words I have heard from one of ourselves have
been words such as your brother has spoken. To tell you the truth, I
came over here in fear and trembling. Some of your leaders have
frightened me a little."

"You mean--" Aaron began.

"That they don't hold their heads high enough. I am not for strikes
that finish with a shilling a week more for the men; or for Acts of
Parliament which dole out tardy charity. I am for the bigger things.
Last night I lay awake, thinking--your friend Richard Graveling set me
thinking. We must aim high. I am here for no man's individual good. I
am here to plan not pinpricks but destruction."