LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM
"And then?" said Miss Heydinger.
"One must bring these views prominently before people. I believe still in pamphlets. I have thought. . ." Lewisham paused, it is to be hoped through modesty.
"Yes?" said Miss Heydinger.
"Well—Luther, you know. There is room, I think, in Socialism, for a Luther."
"Yes," said Miss Heydinger, imagining it. "Yes—that would be a grand way."
So it seemed to many people in those days. But eminent reformers have been now for more than seven years going about the walls of the Social Jericho, blowing their own trumpets and shouting—with such small result beyond incidental displays of ill-temper within, that it is hard to recover the fine hopefulness of those departed days.
"Yes," said Miss Heydinger. "That would be a grand way."
Lewisham appreciated the quality of personal emotion in her voice. He turned his face towards her, and saw unstinted admiration in her eyes. "It would be a great thing to do," he said, and added, quite modestly, "if only one could do it."
"You could do it."
"You think I could?" Lewisham blushed vividly—with pleasure.
"I do. Certainly you could set out to do it. Even to fail hopelessly would be Great. Sometimes. . ."
She hesitated. He looked expectation. "I think sometimes it is greater even to fail than to succeed."
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