"Foolishness!" said the old man. "For the land's sake, what are clever fellars like you doing wasting your time fighting these folks?" And he waved his hand toward the dinner-table. "Ain't you got sense enough to see that you're jest the same--jest the same? Both against justice and law and order--both discontented-- Oh, yes, Bill, you are discontented, and Trevillian too. They don't get any fun out of life--not out of spending the money I had such a heap of fun making. And you'll find, young fellar," he added to the delegate, "that there's only two kinds of folks worth fussing over in this world--them that enjoys life, and them that would jest as lief jump off the bridge tomorrow. You're both discontented, and you're both narrer: you can't see anybody's interest but your own, and you're both as selfish as the dickens--want to run the world jest for the sake of your own folks. Why, you two ought to be able to get together. But the fellars who are going to beat you both--and you're going to be beaten--is the fellars with a cheap car and a couple of acres, or a three-room flat, who are having too good a time out of it to let you bust it up. And you'll never get past them--never in your lifetime, young fellar." "We've got a good way already," said the delegate. "Oh, maybe, maybe," answered the old man. "And I presume you're having a good time out of trying--and if you want any advice about organization, you might drop in to see me some afternoon, when Bill is out. You can't tell; I might even want to subscribe to your campaign-fund--" "Father," said William Torby, displaying more feeling than at any time during the evening, "that would be being untrue to your class." "Why, Trevillian was just a-telling me, Bill, that you said there were no classes in America," answered his father. In the slight pause that followed, Mrs. Grey rose, and approaching Ephraim, she said in her most gracious manner--and that was very gracious: "Do come over and sit down, Mr. Torby. I should like so much to talk to you." But the People's delegate interfered. "No, madam," he said fiercely. "As you have shown no connection whatsoever with the proletariat, I must trouble you to come with me." Mrs. Grey nodded at the terrified company. "Good night," she said. "Such a pleasant evening! Do ask me again sometime, dear Mrs. Torby." And then she added to the delegate: "I insist on Miss Evington's accompanying me. She's quite as bad in her own way as I am in mine." "No," shouted Trevillian. "Yes, we'll take her along," said the delegate; and the three left the room hastily, taking the precaution to lock the door behind them. When safely in the taxicab, which Hewer had waiting for them, Miss Evington said: "Oh, Dick, can you ever forgive me for having been a little bit dazzled by those people?" "Well, Richard," said his mother, "I should think this would mean a jail-sentence for you when it comes out. But I shall always think it was well worth while, well worth while."