The police was steadily being reinforced; even
soldierymade its appearance.
In a physical sense he was improving: even the
lingering coughdisappeared. Maud stepped forward and touched her arm.
You dont see that a given kind of warfare can be
met only by thesame kind of warfare.
She couldhave wept with vexation at herself. No, he
was saying when he cameinto earshot; its past praying for, Sir Arthur.
Now he raised an arm, pointing, and gave a
warningshout. Perkins closed the door behind them with compassionate
slowness.
There existed, in the province, an
IndustrialConciliation Board. The men were massing on the ice of the lake for a
demonstration.
Now things will never again be as they were. It
would make no difference, he said gently. Again the door opened, this time behind
the senator who had not yetmoved.
As if she were directing the stab of a dagger
against him, shesaid, Did I do as well as . He considers this strike as a national
crisis; and it maywell be just that. It had turned cold; and fine snow was beginning
to siftdown through the still motionless air.
In the old system of concessions, matters werebound
to work up to periodic strikes.
On that, with a low laugh, the two men
parted.
But you said, Maud objected, the strike was of your
own making. Letting hell loose outside, it seems, he said sardonically.