possible that the Government of the day might go in for a positive policy of painting Mr. Asquith green; might give that reform a prominent place in their programme.  Then the party in opposition would adopt another policy, not a policy of leaving Mr. Asquith alone (which would be considered dangerously revolutionary), but some alternative course of action, as, for instance, painting him red.  Then both sides would fling themselves on the people, they would both cry that the appeal was now to the Caesar of Democracy.  A dark and dramatic air of conflict and real crisis would arise on both sides; arrows of satire would fly and swords of eloquence flame.  The Greens would say that Socialists and free lovers might well want to paint Mr. Asquith red; they wanted to paint the whole town red.  Socialists would indignantly reply that Socialism was the reverse of disorder, and that they only wanted to paint Mr. Asquith red so that he might resemble the red pillar-boxes which typified State control.  The Greens would passionately deny the charge so often brought against them by the Reds; they would deny that they wished Mr. Asquith green in order that he might be invisible on the green benches of the Commons, as certain terrified animals take the colour of their environment.

There would be fights in the street perhaps, and abundance of ribbons, flags, and badges, of the two colours.  One crowd would sing, “Keep the Red Flag Flying,” and the other, “The Wearing of the Green.”  But when the last effort had been made and the last moment come, when two crowds were waiting in the dark outside the public building to hear the declaration of the poll, then both sides alike would say that it was now for democracy to do exactly what it chose.  England herself, lifting her head in awful loneliness and liberty, must speak and pronounce judgment.  Yet this might not be exactly true.  England herself, lifting her head in awful loneliness and liberty, might really wish Mr. Asquith to be pale blue.  The democracy of England in the abstract, if it had been allowed to make up a policy for itself, might have desired him to be black with pink spots.  It might even have liked him as he is now.  But a huge apparatus of wealth, power, and printed matter has made it practically impossible for them to bring home these other proposals, even if they would really prefer them.  No candidates will stand in the spotted interest; for candidates commonly have to produce money either from their own pockets or the pasty’s; and in such circles spots are not worn.  No man in the social position of a Cabinet Minister, perhaps, will commit himself to the pale-blue theory of Mr. Asquith; therefore it cannot be a Government measure, therefore it cannot pass.