"There was never so selfish and hypocritical a society on earth," he exclaimed, "as this which now exists. In times past, under the feudal system, there was apparently some reason for the existence of the so-called upper classes--the first castle built made necessary all the others--the chief, at least, protected the subjects from the rapine of others, and he was always ready to imperil his life; but now--this! When they all claim to know, and do know much, they sit quiet in their own smug content like fatted swine, and let rapine, debauchery, and murder go on as it never has gone on in the last three hundred years." "What are you talking about?" I demanded, impressed by his vehemence, but mystified by his furious indictment. He cooled down for a moment, and wiped his hand across his eyes. "I am fresh from the scene of as brutal a butchery," he said, "as has taken place within a thousand years. Israel is undergoing to-day the most extensive and complete persecution that has existed since the close of the crusades. No wonder the young women fall victims to the scoundrels who offer them an asylum in a new land and lure them to their destruction with gifts of gold and words of peace. And this is what Society does--the virtue-boasting Society of the twentieth century! They speak of anarchy!--What they mean is a condition which disturbs the repose of the rich and powerful. There is anarchy now--the anarchy that consists of want of equal government for rich and poor alike. Look at John Marvel, here, preaching a gospel of universal love and acting it, too." "Wolffert," said Marvel, softly, "don't. Leave me out--you know I do not--you are simply blinded by your affection for me----" But Wolffert swept on. "Yes, he does--if any man ever does--he lives for others--and what does he get? Shunted off by a fat, sleek, self-seeking priest, who speaks smooth things to a people who will have nothing else." "Wolffert, you must not," protested John; "I cannot allow you." But Wolffert was in full tide. With a gesture he put John's protest by. "--To preach and teach the poor how to be patient--how to suffer in silence----" "Now, Leo," said John, taking him by the shoulders, "I must stop you--you are just tired, excited--overworked. If they suffer patiently they are so much the better off--their lot will be all the happier in the next world." Wolffert sat down on the bed with a smile. "What are you going to do with such a man?" he said to me, with a despairing shrug. "And you know the curious thing is he believes it."