They left the dreary and deserted Liverpool, with its wretched convict-prison. They drove first across the country, which had once been covered with manufacturing towns, now all reduced to villages; they stopped at little country inns in places where there yet lingered traditions of former populousness; they passed sometimes gaunt ruins of vast brick buildings which had been factories; the roads were quiet and little used; the men they met were chiefly rustics going to or returning from their work; there was no activity, no traffic, no noise upon these silent highways. 'How can we ever restore the busy past?' asked Lord Chester. 'First release your men; let them work together; let them be taught; the old creative energy will waken again in the brains of men, and life will once more go forward. It will be for you to guide the movement when you have started it.' As their journey drew to a conclusion, the Professor gave utterance, one by one, to several maxims of great value and importance:-- 'Give men love,' she said; 'we women have killed love.' 'There is no love without imagination. Now the imagination cannot put forth its flowers but for the sake of young and beautiful women.' 'No true work without emulation; we have killed emulation.' 'No progress without ambition; we have killed ambition.' 'It is better to advance the knowledge of the world one inch than to win the long-jump with two-and-twenty feet.' 'Better vice than repression. A drunken man may be a lesson to keep his fellows sober.' 'Nothing great without suffering.' 'Strong arm, strong brain.' 'When women begin to invent they will justify their supremacy.' 'The Higher Intelligence is a phrase that must be transferred, not lost sight of.' 'Men who are happy laugh--they must laugh. Women, who have never felt the necessity of laughter, have killed it in men.' 'The sun is masculine--he creates. The moon is feminine--she only reflects.' And so, with many other parables, dark sayings, and direct teachings, the wise woman brought her disciple to her own house at Cambridge. CHAPTER VII ON THE TRUMPINGTON ROAD