London (England) -- Fiction; Russians -- England -- Fiction
'Do you expect a large audience?' Richard Ferrier asked Litvinoff, as
they walked along.
'I hope so,' he said. 'I can always speak better to a full room.
Perhaps the physical heat does something to grease one's tongue; and
then, again, in a large audience, you're sure to have some people who
agree with you, and you and they reflect enthusiasm backwards and
forwards between you. We're close there now,' he added, as they turned
down a narrow street of high, unhappy-looking houses.
'How in the world do you come to be lecturing at a place like this? How
do you know anything about it?' asked Roland.
'There is a freemasonry among the soldiers of Liberty which holds good
all over the world, and we who serve her are pledged to carry her light
into the darkest corners.'
If this seemed somewhat rhetorical to the young Englishmen, they were
ready enough to excuse it in a foreigner, and especially in a foreigner
who was about to make a speech. It did occur to Dick that the locality
in which they were at the moment was a dark corner which stood as much
in need of the services of the Metropolitan Gas Company as of those of
the torch-bearers of Freedom; but there was light enough in the room
into which Count Litvinoff soon led them.
It was long and rather low, not unlike a certain type of dissenting
meeting-room. At one end was a platform, on which stood two wooden
chairs, and a deal table which had upon it a tumbler, a bottle of
water, and a small wooden hammer, similar to those used by auctioneers.
The room was well filled--so well filled that all the wooden forms and
chairs were occupied, and even the standing room was so much taken up
that the three young men found a little difficulty in working their way
to the upper end of the room. Roland noticed, with some surprise, that
among the audience were several women, who seemed quite as much at home
there as the husbands and brothers with whom they had come.
The two Ferriers were placed on a seat facing the platform, which
Litvinoff at once ascended, in company with the chairman. The two were
received with cheers and applause, which redoubled when the chairman in
his opening remarks referred to the count as 'one who had suffered and
worked for years for the cause he was about to advocate.'
Much as the Ferriers had already wondered at Litvinoff's mastery of
English, they wondered still more after the first ten minutes on his
speech. It is one thing to carry on a social conversation in a tongue
not one's own; it is another and a widely different thing to be able
to hold a foreign audience, and to sway and move it, to rouse its
enthusiasm and to thrill it with horror, at one's will and pleasure.
Yet such was the power of this young Russian rebel. He spoke without
notes, and without the slightest hesitation. His voice in the opening
sentences was very low, but so clear as to be heard distinctly all over
the room.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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