‘There’ll be nasty doings up there,’ Keene remarked, indicating with his head the gathering place of Comrade Roodhouse’s adherents.
‘Of what kind?’ Mutimer asked with indifference.
’There’s disagreeable talk going about. Probably they’ll indulge in personalities a good deal.’
‘Of course they will,’ assented the other after a short pause. ‘Westlake, eh?’
‘Not only Westlake. There’s a more important man.’
Mutimer could not resist a smile, though he was uneasy. Keene understood the smile; it was always an encouragement to him.
‘What have they got hold of?’
‘I’m afraid there’ll be references to the girl.’
‘The girl?’ Richard hesitated. ’What girl? What do you know about any girl?’
’It’s only the gossip I’ve heard. I thought it would be as well if I went about among them last night just to pick up hints, you know.’
’They’re talking about that, are they? Well, let them. It isn’t hard to invent lies.’
‘Just so,’ observed Mr. Keene sympathisingly. ’Of course I know they’d twisted the affair.’
Mutimer glanced at him and smoked in silence.
‘I think I’d better be there to-night,’ the journalist continued. ’I shall be more useful there than at the hall.’
‘As you like,’ said Mutimer lightly.
The subject was not pursued.
Though the occasion was of so much importance, Commonwealth Hall contained but a moderate audience when Mr. Westlake rose to deliver his address. The people who occupied the benches were obviously of a different stamp from those wont to assemble at the Hoxton meeting-place. There were perhaps a dozen artisans of intensely sober appearance, and the rest were men and women who certainly had never wrought with their hands. Near Mrs. Westlake sat several ladies, her personal friends. Of the men other than artisans the majority were young, and showed the countenance which bespeaks meritorious intelligence rather than ardour of heart or brain. Of enthusiasts in the true sense none could be discerned. It needed but a glance over this assembly to understand how very theoretical were the convictions that had brought its members together.
Mr. Westlake’s address was interesting, very interesting; he had prepared it with much care, and its literary qualities were admired when subsequently it saw the light in one of the leading periodicals. Now and then he touched eloquence; the sincerity animating him was unmistakable, and the ideal he glorified was worthy of a noble mind. Not in anger did he speak of the schism from which the movement was suffering; even his sorrow was dominated by a gospel of hope. Optimism of the most fervid kind glowed through his discourse; he grew almost lyrical in his anticipation of the good time coming. For to-night it seemed to him that encouragement should be the prevailing note; it was always easy to see the dark side of things.