Was it Martin who failed him or he who failed Martin?

Incessant and insoluble dispute.  Well, the thing now was to go to
Martin....  And then the work!

He laughed suddenly.

“I’ll take it out of the damned Commission.  I’ll make old Rumford Brown sit up.”

He was astonished to find himself thinking of the affairs of the Commission with a lively interest and no trace of fatigue.  He had had his change; he had taken his rest; he was equal to his task again already.  He started his engine and steered his way past a van and a waiting cab.

“Fuel,” he said.

CHAPTER THE NINTH

THE LAST DAYS OF SIR RICHMOND HARDY

Section 1

The Majority and Minority Reports of the Fuel Commission were received on their first publication with much heat and disputation, but there is already a fairly general agreement that they are great and significant documents, broadly conceived and historically important.  They do lift the questions of fuel supply and distribution high above the level of parochial jealousies and above the petty and destructive profiteering of private owners and traders, to a view of a general human welfare.  They form an important link in a series of private and public documents that are slowly opening out a prospect of new economic methods, methods conceived in the generous spirit of scientific work, that may yet arrest the drift of our western civilization towards financial and commercial squalor and the social collapse that must ensue inevitably on that.  In view of the composition of the Committee, the Majority Report is in itself an amazing triumph of Sir Richmond’s views; it is astonishing that he was able to drive his opponents so far and then leave them there securely advanced while he carried on the adherents he had altogether won, including, of course, the labour representatives, to the further altitudes of the Minority Report.

After the Summer recess the Majority Report was discussed and adopted.  Sir Richmond had shown signs of flagging energy in June, but he had come back in September in a state of exceptional vigour; for a time he completely dominated the Committee by the passionate force of his convictions and the illuminating scorn he brought to bear on the various subterfuges and weakening amendments by which the meaner interests sought to save themselves in whole or in part from the common duty of sacrifice.  But toward the end he fell ill.  He had worked to the pitch of exhaustion.  He neglected a cold that settled on his chest.  He began to cough persistently and betray an increasingly irritable temper.  In the last fights in the Committee his face was bright with fever and he spoke in a voiceless whisper, often a vast angry whisper.  His place at table was marked with scattered lozenges and scraps of paper torn to the minutest shreds.  Such good manners as had hitherto mitigated his behaviour on the Committee departed from him, He carried his last points, gesticulating and coughing and wheezing rather than speaking.  But he had so hammered his ideas into the Committee that they took the effect of what he was trying to say.