* This book continued to be secretly printed throughout the
     three centuries of the Iron Heel.  There are several copies
     of various editions in the National Library of Ardis.

The veranda seemed suddenly to have become small when Ernest arrived.  Not that he was so very large—­he stood only five feet nine inches; but that he seemed to radiate an atmosphere of largeness.  As he stopped to meet me, he betrayed a certain slight awkwardness that was strangely at variance with his bold-looking eyes and his firm, sure hand that clasped for a moment in greeting.  And in that moment his eyes were just as steady and sure.  There seemed a question in them this time, and as before he looked at me over long.

“I have been reading your ‘Working-class Philosophy,’” I said, and his eyes lighted in a pleased way.

“Of course,” he answered, “you took into consideration the audience to which it was addressed.”

“I did, and it is because I did that I have a quarrel with you,” I challenged.

“I, too, have a quarrel with you, Mr. Everhard,” Bishop Morehouse said.

Ernest shrugged his shoulders whimsically and accepted a cup of tea.

The Bishop bowed and gave me precedence.

“You foment class hatred,” I said.  “I consider it wrong and criminal to appeal to all that is narrow and brutal in the working class.  Class hatred is anti-social, and, it seems to me, anti-socialistic.”

“Not guilty,” he answered.  “Class hatred is neither in the text nor in the spirit of anything I have every written.”

“Oh!” I cried reproachfully, and reached for his book and opened it.

He sipped his tea and smiled at me while I ran over the pages.

“Page one hundred and thirty-two,” I read aloud:  “’The class struggle, therefore, presents itself in the present stage of social development between the wage-paying and the wage-paid classes.’”

I looked at him triumphantly.

“No mention there of class hatred,” he smiled back.

“But,” I answered, “you say ‘class struggle.’”

“A different thing from class hatred,” he replied.  “And, believe me, we foment no hatred.  We say that the class struggle is a law of social development.  We are not responsible for it.  We do not make the class struggle.  We merely explain it, as Newton explained gravitation.  We explain the nature of the conflict of interest that produces the class struggle.”

“But there should be no conflict of interest!” I cried.

“I agree with you heartily,” he answered.  “That is what we socialists are trying to bring about,—­the abolition of the conflict of interest.  Pardon me.  Let me read an extract.”  He took his book and turned back several pages.  “Page one hundred and twenty-six:  ’The cycle of class struggles which began with the dissolution of rude, tribal communism and the rise of private property will end with the passing of private property in the means of social existence.’”