"That was the kind of talk that he angered his father with," said Mrs. Atheling, between tears and smiles. "You see it was all against the land and the land-owners; and Edgar would not be quiet, no matter what I said to him." "He _could not_ be quiet. He had _no right_ to be quiet. Why! he sent every man and woman home that night with hope in their hearts and a purpose in their wretched lives. Oh, if you could have seen those sad, cold faces light and brighten as they listened to him." "Was there no one there that didn't think as he did?" "I heard only one dissenting voice. It came from a Minister. He called out, 'Lads and lasses, take no heed of what this fellow says to you. He is nothing but a Dreamer.' Instantly Edgar took up the word. 'A Dreamer!' he cried joyfully. 'So be it! What says the old Hebrew prophet? Look to your Bible, sir. Let him that hath a dream tell it. Dreamers have been the creators, the leaders, the saviours of the world. And we will go on dreaming until our dream comes true!' The crowd answered him with a sob and a shout--and, oh, I wish you had been there!" Kate uttered involuntarily a low, sympathetic cry that she could not control, and Mrs. Atheling wept and smiled; and when North added, in a lower voice full of feeling, "There is no one like Edgar, and I love him as Jonathan loved David!" she went straight to the speaker, took both his hands in hers, and kissed him. "Thou art the same as a son to me," she said, "and thou mayst count on my love as long as ever thou livest." And in this cry from her heart she forgot her company pronoun, and fell naturally into the familiar and affectionate "thou." Fortunately at this point of intense emotion a servant entered with a flagon of the famous ale, and some bread and cheese; and the little interruption enabled all to bring themselves to a normal state of feeling. Then the mother thought of Edgar's clothing, and asked North if he could take it to him. North smiled. "He is a little of a dandy already," he answered. "I saw him last week at Lady Durham's, and he was the best dressed man in her saloon." "Now then!" said Mrs. Atheling, "thou art joking a bit. Whatever would Edgar be doing at Lady Durham's?" "He had every right there, as he is one of Lord Durham's confidential secretaries." "Art thou telling me some romance?" "I am telling you the simple truth." "Then thou must tell me how such a thing came about." "Very naturally. I told Lord Grey and his son-in-law, Lord Durham, about Edgar--and I persuaded Edgar to come and speak to the spur and saddle-makers at Ripon Cross; and the two lords heard him with delight, and took him, there and then, to Studley Royal, where they were staying; and it was in those glorious gardens, and among the ruins of Fountains Abbey, they planned together the Reform Campaign for the next Parliament." "The Squire thinks little of Lord Grey," said Mrs. Atheling.