She is feeling all the evils of a too-great prosperity, thrust upon her after a period of suffering.  You can see the dangers ahead—­I learnt them first from you in the pages of the reviews, when after the war you foretold the exact position in which we find ourselves to-day.  Industrial wealth means the building up of a new democracy.  The democracy already exists but it is unrepresented, because those people who should form its bulwark and its strength are attached to various factions of what is called the Labour Party.  They don’t know themselves yet.  No Rienzi has arisen to hold up the looking-glass.  If some one does not teach them to find themselves, there will be trouble.  Mind, I am only repeating what you have told others.”

“It is all true,” he agreed.

“Then can’t you see,” she continued eagerly, “what party it is to which you ought to attach yourself—­the party which has broken up now into half a dozen factions?  They are all misnamed but that is no matter.  You should stand for Parliament as a Labour or a Socialist candidate, because you understand what the people want and what they ought to have.  You should draw up a new and final programme.”

“You are a wonderful person,” he said with conviction, “but like all people who are clear-sighted and who have imagination, you are also a theorist.  I believe your idea is the true one, but to stand for Parliament as a Labour member you have to belong to one of the acknowledged factions to be sure of any support at all.  An independent member can count his votes by the capful.”

“That is the old system,” she pointed out firmly.  “It is for you to introduce a new one.  If necessary, you must stoop to political cunning.  You should make use of those very factions until you are strong enough to stand by yourself.  Through their enmity amongst themselves, one of them would come to your side, anyway.  But I should like to see you discard all old parliamentary methods.  I should like to see you speak to the heart of the man who is going to record his vote.”

“It is a slow matter to win votes in units,” he reminded her.

“But it is the real way,” she insisted.  “Voting by party and government by party will soon come to an end.  It must.  All that it needs is a strong man with a definite programme of his own, to attack the whole principle.”

He looked away from the sea towards the woman by his side.  The wind was blowing in her face, blowing back little strands of her tightly coiled hair, blowing back her coat and skirt, outlining her figure with soft and graceful distinction.  She was young, healthy and splendid, full of all the enthusiasm of her age.  He sighed a little bitterly.

“All that you say,” he reminded her, “should have been said to me by the little brown girl in Paris, years ago.  I am too old now for great tasks.”

She turned towards him with the pitying yet pleasant air of one who would correct a child.