"I am only one of the multitude," Aaron sighed. "I haven't the brains to organise. I talk sometimes but I get too excited. There are 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." The servant brought in more breakfast. They sat and talked, Maraton asking many questions concerning the men whom he would meet later in the day. Then he looked regretfully at the great pile of letters still before him. "I shall need a secretary," he said slowly. Aaron sprang to his feet. "Take me," he begged. "I have been in a newspaper office. I am slow at shorthand but I can type like lightning. I will work morning and night. I want nothing but a little food if I may go about with you and hear you speak. Oh, take me!" Maraton smiled. "You are engaged," he declared. "Go out and hire a typewriter and bring it here in a cab. You can start at once, I hope?" "This minute," Aaron agreed, his voice breaking with excitement. Maraton passed him money and took them both to the door. "Tell me about to-night?" Julia asked. "Will you go to the Clarion? Shall you speak?" Maraton shook his head. "No. I have written to the men whom I am anxious to meet here, and asked them to come to me. I should prefer not to speak at all until I go to Manchester. I have plans, but I must not speak of them for the moment." "I had hoped so to hear you speak to-night," she murmured, and her face fell. They stood together at the door and looked out across the green tree-tops towards the city. "The time has gone by for speeches," he said quietly. "Perhaps before very long you may hear greater things than words."