’Pray don’t go into similes, Margaret; you have led us off once already,’ said her father, smiling, yet uneasy at the thought that they were detaining Mr. Thornton against his will, which was a mistake; for he rather liked it, as long as Margaret would talk, although what she said only irritated him.

’Just tell me, Miss Hale, are you yourself ever influenced—­no, that is not a fair way of putting it;—­but if you are ever conscious of being influenced by others, and not by circumstances, have those others been working directly or indirectly?  Have they been labouring to exhort, to enjoin, to act rightly for the sake of example, or have they been simple, true men, taking up their duty, and doing it unflinchingly, without a thought of how their actions were to make this man industrious, that man saving?  Why, if I were a workman, I should be twenty times more impressed by the knowledge that my master, was honest, punctual, quick, resolute in all his doings (and hands are keener spies even than valets), than by any amount of interference, however kindly meant, with my ways of going on out of work-hours.  I do not choose to think too closely on what I am myself; but, I believe, I rely on the straightforward honesty of my hands, and the open nature of their opposition, in contra-distinction to the way in which the turnout will be managed in some mills, just because they know I scorn to take a single dishonourable advantage, or do an underhand thing myself It goes farther than a whole course of lectures on “Honesty is the Best Policy”—­life diluted into words.  No, no!  What the master is, that will the men be, without over-much taking thought on his part.’

‘That is a great admission,’ said Margaret, laughing.  ’When I see men violent and obstinate in pursuit of their rights, I may safely infer that the master is the same that he is a little ignorant of that spirit which suffereth long, and is kind, and seeketh not her own.’

’You are just like all strangers who don’t understand the working of our system, Miss Hale,’ said he, hastily.  ’You suppose that our men are puppets of dough, ready to be moulded into any amiable form we please.  You forget we have only to do with them for less than a third of their lives; and you seem not to perceive that the duties of a manufacturer are far larger and wider than those merely of an employer of labour:  we have a wide commercial character to maintain, which makes us into the great pioneers of civilisation.’

‘It strikes me,’ said Mr. Hale, smiling, ’that you might pioneer a little at home.  They are a rough, heathenish set of fellows, these Milton men of yours.’

‘They are that,’ replied Mr. Thornton.  ’Rosewater surgery won’t do for them.  Cromwell would have made a capital mill-owner, Miss Hale.  I wish we had him to put down this strike for us.’

‘Cromwell is no hero of mine,’ said she, coldly.  ’But I am trying to reconcile your admiration of despotism with your respect for other men’s independence of character.’