would be a great thing to do," he said, and added, quite modestly, "if only one could do it."
"You could do it."
"You think I could?" Lewisham blushed vividly—with pleasure.
"I do. Certainly you could set out to do it. Even to fail hopelessly would be Great. Sometimes . . ."
She hesitated. He looked expectation. "I think sometimes it is greater even to fail than to succeed."
"I don't see that," said the proposed Luther, and his eyes went back to the Moses. She was about to speak and changed her mind.
Contemplative pause.
"And then, when a great number of people have heard of your views?" she said presently.
"Then I suppose we must form a party and . . . bring things about."
Another pause—full, no doubt, of elevated thoughts.
"I say," said Lewisham quite suddenly. "You do put—well—courage into a chap. I shouldn't have done that Socialism paper if it hadn't been for you." He turned round and stood leaning with his back to the Moses, and smiling at her. "You do help a fellow," he said.
That was one of the vivid moments of Miss Hey-
